One of the posts on here has just reminded me of the first time I met my fiance’s mother, about three years ago. Bear in mind this is the FIRST time I met her. My fiance’s nephew (about 7 years old) was in the house at the time so he took him outside to play football or something. Gazing dreamily at them out of the window, his mother turns to me and says very firmly ‘He’d make a wonderful father’. Err…yeah. Thanks for that – of course, I have a partner therefore we will be having children, right?!
Unfortunately, his family’s attitude has never changed. The most insulting part is that when I ‘explain myself’ and the fact that I don’t want children, their reply is ‘You’ll change your mind later’. Yes, yes, of course I will. I’m in my late 20s and have always known I don’t want them, I have a good career in academia and love my life, but yes, you’re right: I’m not smart enough to know my own mind. I guess all that PhD work addled my delicate female brain. But then it’s #MFIF.