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번역 관련 문제 보고
I honestly love my kids, I’ll always be here for them and take care of them, but I do regret having them, I never wanted kids, never wanted to get married but here I am with a wife and kids, I did it because it’s what people do. Now I can see why some people stay single forever and never have children. You lose your identity, you lose your life. I go to work and come home now, I have no friends and no social life outside of the people at work I talk to. I have always been a bit selfish and always liked to do what I want to do when I want to, and now I can’t. I’m up at 6 am and in bed by 9 pm. It’s my day off and I’ve been chasing kids around and cleaning up after them all day. This is not what I want for my life, but it’s what it is for now. I’m not looking for advice or sympathy. There is no one I can admit this too and I just wanted to get it off my chest, and let the other dads out there who feel like me know that they’re not alone.
If you are a beautiful strong black woman, someone will put this in your comments.
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