Just turned 50. Never had the desire for kids, which probably bled over into never really having the desire for a wife. I’ve had many options for both over the years. Had many relationships end when the GF started talking about marriage and kids. I’m a bit of a lazy, selfish, asshole. No regrets. I’m quite happy with my independent life. I dog sat a friend’s dog for three days last week. JFC that was a pain in the ass. I can’t imagine dealing with a wife and kids 24/7/365 for two or three decades nonstop. I’m way too far down the road of living life on my own terms and making decisions without a care in the world for how they might affect my dependents since my dependents don’t exist. I have plenty of friends. And good times. That’s all I want.
There’s no right or wrong answer. I doubt you’ll find many people on either side of the fence who have major regrets. No matter what choice you make, you live with it. Those decisions become your life. All the other infinite other roads you didn’t take become not-your-life. In the end most people find a way to rationalize how their choice was the right one for them no matter how your life actually works out.
I saw an interview with one of those Murderball guys once. He made a decision that put him in a wheelchair for life. He dealt with it and moved on with his new wheelchair life. He had zero regrets. He said if he a time machine he’d make the same bad decision that got him paralyzed again in a heart beat. His life, his friends, his wife, his sport all came into his life after his accident. All those things became his life. Without the accident he’d have none of that. He’d have a different life, but an unknown life, one of an infinite range of other possible lives that might have played out had his accident never occurred. In the end he only knows his actual life, and he was happy with it. I wish the same for everyone.
Bernard