I don’t want kids, and I’m finally OK with that

The Cool Aunt is here!

I don’t want kids. It took me 39 years to say that without hesitation.

For most of my life, I left the door cracked open—just in case. Just in case I changed my mind, just in case I needed to follow the script society wrote for me. But that door is closed now, and I’ve never felt more sure of anything.

Up until a few days ago, I couldn’t say it with such conviction. I was scared to close the door on the idea of one day being a mother. When someone asked, “Do you think you will have kids?” my response was always some version of:

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