It was the struggle that dominated my early 30s. As my partner's desire to procreate became more and more intense, I became more and more intent on finding excuses to eek out another year or two of blissful childlessness.
Don't get me wrong. I wanted a family, in that vague, sometime-in-the-future way that men want families. Just not quite yet, and probably not quite next year.
So I pointed to our financial situation, our desire to get on the property ladder (this was back when you could get on the property ladder) and the age of our cat (old) as reasons for further procrastination.
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