I have been a target for pity most of my life because I bear the status of an only child. And now, people have started showering their misguided sympathy on my toddler. It’s come full circle. I now get a sense of what my mom must have faced raising me, against societal expectations; family members nagging her, strangers questioning her choice, friends pestering her to give her only child a sibling.
I didn’t need any and I know my daughter doesn’t either.
I’m done discussing this with people who have no business nosing around in my bedroom. Their assumptions don’t matter. Their opinions are irrelevant. Only children aren’t lonely. And siblings don’t always get along.
To read more about my experiences growing up and my rationale for not having any more kids, visit Ravishly.