Growing up, I thought it was a requirement- there were several in my young mind; be good always, stop talking back, go to college, have kids.
When i found out i didn't have to have them, that it was actually a choice - it was over. Most the time I still am a kid (even though the body is in the 30's), I fear the responsibility, I fear I'd be just like the mom in YaYa Sisterhood, and i honestly believe the destructives (internally) would kill anything "growing" inside me. There's already too many people in this body - no room for another that would take up physical space for 9 months. Each day feels like a week - imagine 9 whole months?! That's like lifetimes. Still single, don't see that changing. My mom's given up asking me for grandchildren - i told her to go adopt some.