Dear Cary,
I'm a 31-year-old smart, cute, funny, perennially happy physician who is in love with a 38-year-old chemistry professor. He is everything I want in a man. He's warm, kind, caring, handsome, intelligent (some of our most interesting conversations are about quantum physics ... grrrrr) and crazy about me. He has never been married and had a happy childhood. We can discuss any topic under the sun -- conversation and silences are both filled with pleasant comfort and warmth. He is a liberal, an environmentalist, funny and wise about life and otherwise inexplicable things like taxes and stocks and -- oh! -- the sex rocks! In all a perfect package, except he does not want kids and I think I do.
We met online five months ago on a dating site as I was going through my divorce. I was not heartbroken about the divorce, as I had an "arranged marriage," we never fell in love, the ex and I were totally mismatched and it was a relief to get separated. When the chemist and I started dating, it was supposed to be a testing-the-waters type of thing. He was, after all, the first guy I had ever dated. (I'm from a culture that frowns on making out with boys you are not married to.) But he feels right and I'm happier than I've ever been.
So, where do I go from here? He likes his quiet time, is a bit of an introvert, likes to hike and travel, and does not think that he can sacrifice all of this for 18 years to raise a child who may or may not turn out to be a fine upstanding citizen. (These are scary times, you know.) He's got a point there. I like sleeping in on the weekends, not having to worry about nannies, day care, poopy diapers, pediatrician visits, the Family and Medical Leave Act, teenage angst and whatever else is inevitable. But I've achieved a lot in life, I'm going to be financially secure, I have a wonderful job I love and a great family (who are overseas), and in two or three years I may yearn for the pitter-patter of tiny feet.
So before I fall deeper in love, should we break up, cut our losses and run, or should we let time decide? Should I let someone who seems to be "the one" go and hope to meet someone else who will be a better "one"? If we took care to arrange for adequate day care, to ensure that he and I went on a "date" once a week without the little one and took vacations just by ourselves to keep the fire kindled, would that give me the best of both worlds? Or is there a chance that I would doom the relationship to failure by making him compromise?
Looking Ahead
Dear Looking Ahead,
If he doesn't want kids and you do, then you should break up with him.
There, that was simple, wasn't it?
So, if it was so simple, where have I been for the last hour? Why have I been thinking about probabilities and branching courses of action?
I got caught up in this notion of "the future." The future is unknowable. Everybody will tell you that. So why do we spend so much time thinking about it? Knowing we can't know it, we attempt to know it anyway, and then we start to feel like we can't know anything at all, not even the present, because who knows, we might turn into chickens, or we might open a soft-drink bottling plant!
"Soft-drink bottling plant?" "Chickens?" Why did such notions enter my mind? Those are images out of rural Florida and Alabama. Those are images out of my childhood. (See the hour-glass bottles of Coca-Cola clinking along the conveyor belt; see the man in overalls pick up a bottle, open it and take a swig; it looked like the best job in the world!)
Why did those particular examples arise? What is going on here? Ah! Now I'm remembering. When I was a kid, we lived in the future. You never knew when something might happen to alter the way things were, so the way things were wasn't really the way things are, so you couldn't make any plans. We didn't open boxes and put things away because we might be moving. We didn't throw things away because we might need them. You never knew. Anything might happen. Best to leave your options open. Why even leave the house? You might get polio. Then again, you might not. Who could know?
The notion of an unknowable future became a source of paralysis for me later in life. So there I was again just now, the happy writer, trying to live in the moment, sitting at the computer, luckiest guy alive, getting paid to do what I love, and getting all paralyzed and confused about a simple yes-or-no question -- because it involved the problem of the future! (Apropos of nothing -- except perhaps the humorous synthesizing powers of the unconscious -- what came into my mind, actually, was the phrase "software bottling plant.")
So how do you make this issue of the future concrete enough to make a decision about it? You stop thinking about wanting kids in the future and think about wanting them right now. You want kids right now. You are practical enough to realize that you can't attend to them right now, but you want them. Likewise, you can treat his lack of desire for kids as a definite trait. If he wanted kids he would probably have made some by now. He would have gotten married.
So it's not that mysterious.
Ha ha. Watch out. Everything is that mysterious.
We move from mystery to clarity to mystery. We embody paradoxes and contradictions. We express them in dramatic symbols; we act out the ineffable. He is a chemist. You are a doctor. You enjoy great chemistry together. Quantum physics excites your molecules. You understand how something can be indeterminate, can become its opposite, can change shape, can be unknowable in one way and knowable in another. I suggest that you determine that you want kids and he does not. But I acknowledge that in the act of determining, you may alter what you determine. You are both scientists of life and matter. States of matter can change. Water becomes steam. Water becomes ice. Elements influence one another. When the conditions are right for life, life sometimes appears.
Knowing what you want and what he wants, I think it is appropriate to acknowledge that certain combinations of people create unforeseen reactions. So before you break up with him, have a very frank talk. You may have awakened something in him. He may have awakened something in you.
It's not so simple after all. Sorry, but that's life.
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