When I turned 26, my relatives started bugging me about the “clock”. After 33 they started asking me to have a baby at least for myself. By the age of 38 they remind me that my body is about to say bye-bye to childbearing. And it all presses on my painful callus, I cry and I feel bad mentally.
Well, I do not add up with men, I want to somehow give birth either for love, or all the same next to a reliable man. But I don't meet such men. What now to go to the bar and grab the first man I see? I don't want that.
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