My childfree life 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
I’m 49 childfree by choice, and honestly… I am tired of men and their bonus packages. 😂
Nobody is perfect, and yes, I made a mistake Nothing tragic—I simply dated a man with children. Specifically, two teenagers from the deepest, darkest circles of hell. 😩😂 That experience taught me a very valuable life lesson:
NEVER. EVER. EVER. DATE. A. MAN. WITH. KIDS.
Do I hate children? No. I deal with them from a safe distance. I’ll buy them presents, smile politely but far away thank you very much .
I have two nephews, and thankfully they’re adults now. One is gay and has absolutely no intention of having children, and he admires me for my choices. His brother is straight and also doesn’t want kids. My sister is convinced I somehow “changed their minds.” Girl, please. 😂 I don’t brainwash anybody. They simply watched their father abandon their mother, saw how he treated them, and apparently developed something called common sense.
About 15 years ago, I went to my sister’s house and witnessed firsthand how that man was treating her. My boyfriend at the time—bless his heart, he was the only man I ever dated who truly shared my childfree philosophy—was there too. Sadly, he later died in a motorcycle accident, and I still miss him terribly. 😢 The universe finally sent me the perfect man and then one day he was gone 😭
Anyway, we kicked that man out of my sister’s house. Never heard from him again. Never paid child support either. He simply disappeared into the wilderness of deadbeat dads. 🦖
Then, after five years of being single, I apparently suffered a temporary lapse in judgment and thought, “Maybe dating a man with two teenagers won’t be so bad.”
HAHAHAHAHAHA.
Oh, sweet innocent me.
It was hell on Earth.
Those two teenagers had absolutely no manners, treated the house like a landfill, and constantly talked about their mother, who was another full-time headache. And the man? Spineless. Absolutely useless.
I left as soon as I could, taking my sanity and dignity with me, and I have never looked back.
Never. Ever. Ever. Dating. Men. With. Kids.
And you know what? I’m perfectly fine. I feel good, I’m in good shape, I travel, I have amazing friends—and thankfully, they’re all childfree too. 😂 I also have plenty of fur-nieces and fur-nephews because my friends have cats and dogs, and honestly? Those are the kind of children I can get behind. They don’t ask me for college tuition, don’t bring baby-mama drama, and their biggest offense is throwing up on the carpet. 😂
I am NOT lonely. My friends are always around, I travel, I have my freedom, and my life is peaceful.
Then I go on Reddit and read the AITAH, regretful parents, and stepparent forums and sit there staring at my screen like:
“WHAT IN THE ACTUAL HELL ARE YOU PEOPLE DOING TO YOURSELVES?!?” 😳😂
I see people drowning in exes, baby mamas, baby daddies, custody schedules, child support, stepchildren, five different family dramas, and enough emotional baggage to require a U-Haul.
And then there are childfree women marrying men with multiple children and suddenly discovering that they didn’t just marry a man…
They apparently subscribed to an entire franchise.
Some people have five children, no money, no education, and somehow think adding another goblin will help
Meanwhile, I’m over here with my passport, my friends, my fur babies, my peace.
I chose the childfree life, and honestly? The older I get, the more I realize I made the right damn choice. 😂
You do you. I’ll be over here enjoying my quiet house and wondering why anyone voluntarily signs up for all that baggage.
Peace, freedom, and no baggage drama. Sounds like heaven to me. I relied on an app to assist with my spelling issues due to my dyslexia, but this is my true story.