I was always told, after I said that I didn't think I wanted a kid, that I'd change my mind when I found the right girl, or even just I'd realise my error when I had one. Of course, given I didn't want one, I went out of my way to avoid the risk of accidental impregnation.
Until, of course, one horribly timed drunken night out and what was meant to be a one night stand.
Nine months later, she gave birth, and I held my child. And my mind did change.
I now knew I didn't want a child.
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