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Post 3: Plot of my life....how much time do you have?!

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 entire life, and try to instill in them all the good that you have learned along the way, that they aren't going to listen to (we have all been bratty kids and teenagers before right?). People assume that because I am 22, that I'll finish up with my bachelors and settle down with my man and begin a family... but it's 2017 and I want a doctorates so I can support myself. Traveling is a wonderful thing, if I have a kid I cannot just take off to travel Europe, or where ever it may be. This may sound selfish and maybe it is, but I have to live for me, and I am not going to wait until I am dead. So now that we all have learned one of my biggest fears, who would of though a confession would come from our English Comp short story. (Haha, please don't judge me! ) I am really not a terrible person, hell I am even great with kids believe it or not, but I also can give those kids back! :)

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