I didn’t realize it at the time, but you were my best shot at having a baby. At 25, I wasn’t ready, and I knew you didn’t want a kid or to grow up and get married, but sometimes I would daydream about “accidentally” getting pregnant. Our kid would have been funny, smart, and cute, but I knew I didn’t want to be one of those terrible women who try to trap a man. Rationally, I know our breakup and not having a baby with you was for the best, but I didn’t know at the time that I’d marry a man with a vasectomy. I’m kind of sad I didn’t have a kid, and sometimes I really wish I’d done that skanky, awful thing.
—Anonymous