After reading "A Sorrowful Woman", I think that this is the only story I can find any comparison to with my life... actually being what that story is about that probably sounds terrible. Let me try to justify that as much as I can before you all think I am too crazy. In the short story, the woman feels trapped after being a wife and a mother, me being neither (yet) I can only hypothetically relate to this is the way that I am terrified to have children. Probably for other reasons than why she hated being a mother and a wife, but I feel like having children is going to hold me back from so much, if I devote time to school and bettering myself, just to turn around and pop out some babies, when do I get to enjoy all of my hard work? Having children I have heard is a wonderful thing, and I am sure to some people that is all they have wanted in life, to marry and reproduce these small humans to love and call their own... but to me that is scary. You have to shape them their entir...