I agree that they had kids they didn’t actually want because of social pressure. My parents chose to have 3 of us, even though neither of them liked kids. They’d complain constantly about how horrible kids are, and how awful it is to be a parent. When we’d go to family gatherings, my mom and her sisters would stand around and talk right in front of us about how much they hated motherhood, and how “of course, no one really likes kids.” Her closest sister always seemed angry that she had to be around a bunch of kids, but she chose to have those kids. It never made any sense to me. My mom’s parents were physically abusive under the guise of “discipline,” and I think it damaged her and her siblings psychologically. I’m not sure they know what love is, or that they’re capable of feeling it.
I agree that they had kids they didn’t actually want because of social pressure. My parents chose to have 3 of us, even though neither of them liked kids. They’d complain constantly about how horrible kids are, and how awful it is to be a parent. When we’d go to family gatherings, my mom and her sisters would stand around and talk right in front of us about how much they hated motherhood, and how “of course, no one really likes kids.” Her closest sister always seemed angry that she had to be around a bunch of kids, but she chose to have those kids. It never made any sense to me. My mom’s parents were physically abusive under the guise of “discipline,” and I think it damaged her and her siblings psychologically. I’m not sure they know what love is, or that they’re capable of feeling it.