My father left when I was a toddler and my step-father was there, but not present. Mom had me at 20 and kept telling me I’d end up like her if I kept having so many boyfriends (to fill the empty male love hole created by fathers). I had asked her for birth control at 16, but she thought this would give me permission. When I got pregnant at 19 due to a broken condom, (which my mother will never know about) my then boyfriend and I aborted at 3 weeks. I made the right choice. I’m 35 now.
No one believes women when they say they don’t want children.