That’s about how I ended up at having zero interest in raising children. Back when I was still with an ex, I was ambivalent about children. They were in the “probably will happen but I have no concrete plans to change my life to accommodate them just yet” bucket. Said ex had a sudden shift in heart and realized she wanted to be a stay-at-home mom after all while we were discussing whether to get married or not. She was also one of my many classmates who should have said “college is a waste of your time and your dime” when calculating how many student loans would be necessary. It was then that my feelings on children clarified that I would only consider them if I could have a reasonable guarantee of granting them at least the numerous leg-ups I had as a child and that would be infeasible if we were that busy paying off mommy’s student loans. After we broke up, my feelings drifted toward just not interested at all: put flippantly, “spread ideas, not genes”.