About to go through the name change got me thinking. A fleeting thought crossed my mind, about how happy my dad would be to finally be able to carry on the family name with a son. But of course, it's not to be. I have no children. I will never have any children. When I was a kid, I always assumed I would. Dreamed about having all these sons. But it never hit me how that would have to come about.
In my youth, I was always careful not to get pregnant, but still in the back of my mind I thought I would have offspring. But when I actually thought about it, I knew I could never go through with it. It just really wasn't an option.
Now I realize the family name will die with me (pretty much, it's a pretty rare name. everyone in the country with it is related to me) and I'll have no legacy. No nothing.
And all because the only way really was no way at all. It might as well have been a death sentence. I certainly feared it more than death. And I knew it would kill me. Why did nature burden me with such a horrible dilemma? The only way to reproduce was to murder my soul. Sacrifice my very own soul for my offspring. It was not happening. No sons, no daughters, no legacy. No nothing. For all eternity.
Oh boo hoo, poor me. Yeah, it's ridiculous enough to whine about I suppose. I've long dealt with it. But sometimes it's depresses.
Disclaimer: these are my own regrets and depressions, my own failings and weaknesses - ymmv