Life doesn’t always work out perfectly. You can make the wrong decisions. You can leave things too late. I wish, though I’m not distraught about it, that I’d had another child, maybe two even, and given my small son siblings.
I’ve been thinking about this in the context of our shrinking population – the great global baby bust – and wondering why more women don’t express regrets.
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