I often talk about how I never really wanted to be married or have kids. Even when I was young, I recall being the only one of my friends who didn't fantasize about the life-to-come as a wife and mother. Many of my friends, even as tweens, had already picked out names for the kids they would have in 15 years. But not me. Sometimes I would wonder what was wrong with me, but most of the time I just assumed I was a late bloomer and I, too, might someday pepper my conversation with how I couldn't wait to be married. (I'm still waiting). I have always assumed I was just different, and this lack of desire to marry or procreate was just part of my independent, sometimes contrarian, spirit. But one day I came across a book, The Secret Language of Birthdays. Read more:
http://www.thespinsterliciouslife.com/2011/10/was-spinsterhood-my-destiny.html
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