Once upon a time, 10 years ago, I really wanted children. Not abstract, but from a particular man, and married) But then the relationship ended, the children did not work and this desire somehow disappeared itself. For these 10 years I never imagined myself as a mother. I'm generally good with children, but I see a lot of difficulties and sacrifices, forcing me not to want this happiness right now.
But one random little girl made me wonder if I ever wanted to be in that role again. It was fun to listen to the comments of friends who first saw me communicating with the child. Strangers thought I was her mother) And the child himself was very actively shown especially tender feelings for me.
Now I am tormented by the question, but what actually I want, as otbroste the influence of external factors and understand I want a family, children or the freedom of my desires.
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