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I never wanted kids. Ever. At any point in my life, even to this day, my answer would be no. Sorry, I just don't like them.
I was married once upon a time. I had been in the field (U.S. Army) for a month. When I came home, I was knockin' the bottom out of it, just like normal. After five days or so, my ex informs me she stopped taking her daily-dailies the day I had left. The result was predictable.

My daughter is 28 now. I ended up raising her largely by myself. I wouldn't trade her for any amount of money. ANY. Problem is, I now have a grandson, and a granddaughter due in January. My beautiful daughter's body is wrecked. She just looks really old to me now. It upsets me deep down.
And I worry about the grandkids. And this world they'll have to grow up in. It ain't good, and it don't look like it'll get any better.
I gave up a lot raising her. I was broke for a long, long time. Army pay was really bad back then, and there was little sympathy for a single father. After all, the Army didn't issue you a family.

People look at you funny when you say you don't want kids. Don't like kids.
Like you're separated from the normal human condition.
I am. I admit that freely. But for other completely different reasons.
I worry about those grandkids. To the point of nausea.
I wish it was just my daughter and me again.

I have to go throw up now. I **** you not...

Carter