Being an adult.
I've noticed that being all grown up is for the birds. I'm 30 years old there are somethings in life that I should just not expect at this point. I've had no children, and am most likely never going to have any. To an extent I've accepted that, in others ways not so much. It's hard to want something that you know your partner never will. I'm very happy with my man, I look forward to my time with him each day. I'm not sure if the difference between can't have kids and don't want kids should matter. I hope not. I feel bad that in the back of my mind I'll always hope for it where he will always pray for the other side. It's funny how life works out that way...