My mother always told me that getting married and having children ruined her life. She told me her own mother had forced her to get married when she was 17 years old because that was the right thing to do and she would not have her daughter living in sin. If I recall, my mother had already graduated from high school, gotten her own apartment and was in nursing school by then. My dad was 20 and as men always seem to do, he moved in to her space and thus inserted himself into her life forever. My mom never wanted children and actively tried to prevent that from happening — she tried the dangerous and essentially experimental early high-dose birth control pills that gave her terrible side effects. She gave up on them after 5 years, my dad regularly raped her and refused to use a condom, and I have no idea what else she tried or didn’t try before she became pregnant with me at 22, pretty much immediately after stopping the Pill. She was pregnant again 2 months after I was born, and then again when I was 3.