>>10051844>so will everyone else.
Honestly I'm incapable of familial love due to very shitty home life. Thankfully I can still do romantic love. I mean, think about it, right now I could be wiping shit off the ass of some screaming toddler who just broke $500 worth of my possessions, and is now proceeding to hit and fight me and pull my hair while screaming bloody murder in my ear because he wants to paint on the walls using his own feces. All that at the cost of a permanently ruined body, increased osteoporosis risk, destruction of my relationship and sex drive, and permanent bodily modifications from the birth process! What a deal! And the payoff is some shitfaced zoomer hypernormie in 10 years asking me for money and saying he hates me because all his friends have the latest iProduct and he only has the second newest model...
What a scalding hot deal. Oh man oh man oh boy.
Plus as I said, incapable of familial love, and I while I'm normally the most chill zenned-out person ever, if some little kid comes up and hits me, I unironically hit back on reflex. Nah. I'd get arrested, that kid would be living like harry potter under the stairs. I'd unironically abuse the shit out of a kid.
For real. My cousin came up and hit me (he bashed something on top of my head while I was sitting on the couch), and it fucking hurt, and I whacked him one upside the head and he cried. There's a life lesson you little shit.
God I hate kids. Plus I walked in on him one time naked on the couch, ass in the air, fingering his own asshole. He was like 6. Kids are creepy little shits, I fucking despise them. They're assholes.
From a crying infant to terrible twos to sociopathic little shits to whiny preteens to angsty teenagers... it never gets better. What's the point of suffering all that?
I guess if I can't find a childfree husband I'll just marry some schmuck and take birth control pills in secret. Whoopsies darling, you must be shooting blanks.