Recently I have been feeling mixed up and sad about never having children. It isn't Shepard's fault, and I still want him in my life; last night, he thought I was hinting that I no longer wanted to be with him, and I absolutely do not mean that.
Because here's the thing. First of all, Shepard is in my life right now, obviously before any children. He came first. Secondly, if I told him to leave, I have no evidence I would find someone with whom to have children, or even another life partner. Shepard's perfect, except for the children thing.
Also, I would need a partner who could 300% parent with me, not 100%. I couldn't be up in the middle of the night with a child. A child could physically hurt me very easily. It's all too much...I would need protection from the other parent, who would essentially have to parent both the child and me. I don't see that happening.
I definitely do need something to take care of. There's a reason I plan to teach kindergarten, and I have told Shepard that one day, we are getting a cat: no ifs, ands, or buts.
Still, even having all that settled, I am grieving. This isn't what I pictured for my life.
"Don't tell God how big your storm is; tell your storm how big your God is."
I believe in God.
I believe in God.
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- I am a bipolar, Jewish young adult (had my Hebrew birthday, the one I count, and turned 23 this past January) who also suffers from Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy. I love life and I live for my best friends: they are my purpose and my reason for trying so hard. I remain passionately devoted to those I love; I will not let my disorders make me totally self-centered. I like to read, write, and sew. My Rabbinical school plans did not work out, and I am now hoping to go into the field of Early Childhood Education. Please note: I am currently maintaining only Carried in His Hands. Enjoy!