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Dear Carolyn • Please help me out — I am about to lose the love of my life because I feel unready/unwilling to have children with her. I do want children theoretically, but I see nothing but misery in life with a small child.

She has asked me to think it over before making a definite decision. She will move out at the end of the month if we agree that's what must be done. I want her to stay, but my true feelings about children today remain the same as ever. Please advise.

Monterrey

Dear Monterrey • "Nothing but misery"? Wow.

Theoretical children do tend to be easier.

When a kid is whining, squirming, nose-picking and generally making life visually and aurally miserable for anyone within a surprisingly wide radius — they have that power — most adults are thinking two things: (1) "Please leave" and (2) "I am SO glad that kid isn't mine."

Yet the majority of people have kids of their own.

I suppose some of this majority are delusional or careless, but most just do the math and decide that having kids is worth a few (or few years) of these scenes.

You need to figure out why your math is different. Are you lying to yourself (and/or your girlfriend) about ever wanting kids? Are you just unwilling to suck it up? Are you waiting for something concrete, specific and realistic to change?

Also: How do you feel about older kids? Have you had positive experiences with them, or are they just not as obnoxious (i.e., visible) to you as the diaper brigade?

There's nothing wrong with not wanting kids, and your fear of having your life upended makes emotional sense. However, your argument doesn't make sense-sense. Either you can project enough joy in family life to accept that kids' needs are anything but convenient — and, therefore, can say, "I do want children" without setting off any pandering-, wishful-thinking- or crap-meters — or, you can't.

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