The cliche of "Confessions of an Unwed Mother" came to mind while I had the idea of writing some kind of memoir.
Somehow, Un-mothered Wife doesn't have the same "ring". (pun intended)
I feel like we've heard plenty of confessions from unwed mothers and, well, they're just not that interesting anymore. No offense to those unwed mothers, but...I've heard the story more than once and...*yawn*
Aren't you curious what confessions a woman who has chosen not to have children has? Aren't you curious WHY? As an un-mothered wife, I consider the reasons fairly banal and not surprising...quite logical in fact. But, some people might not get it.
Oddly, I find great satisfaction in the stunned look that I typically receive and I can almost hear what they're thinking. "Uhhh, how do I react? Is this a test? What do I say to her? What do we talk about now?"
My response to that is simple--"Duh, vodka."
It amuses me that once you have children, there is simply nothing better to talk about. Actually, I know people who don't have children who are stunned when I say that I'm not going to have children and they suddenly can't think of ANYTHING to talk about. Or, they say something incredibly weird, like, "Yeah, me too." More than likely, unless they're over the age of 35, they haven't thought about a life without having children.
It's just what you do when you're a woman. You get married, you build a homestead, and you have babies. Not necessarily in that order, but you get the drift.
But, what if...?
What if you've fallen madly in love with someone who can't have children?
What if you don't actually LIKE children?
What if you like children, but you like giving them back to their parents and drinking more vodka?
What if you played out the "fairytale" in your head and kids just messed up the whole, traveling, sleeping, fancy car dream?
The glorious thing about being a "modern woman" is that you have a billion choices.
My advice is to follow your bliss. Do the thing(s) that make you feel good. Life is too short to spend it any other way.
The confession of THIS un-mothered wife?
I'll never tell.
But it probably has something to do with vodka.