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Let's crack on with today's first story titled Am I the Arsoul for my response when my family asked me

about kids?

I'm 22 female, and I come from a traditional family.

By that I mean every woman in my family had at least one child before they were 20.

Education was never a priority, and even though they aren't religious, they believe that a woman's

only purpose is to have kids and a man is the provider. Because of this, I have four younger

siblings and about a dozen of cousins. Being the oldest, I had to be a second mother to my siblings

and a babysitter for my cousins. This made me realize I don't want kids at the age of 10. 12 years later

and my opinion hasn't changed. I don't like kids and I don't want kids. Last year I had my

tubes tied and I didn't tell my family. They're trying to push the idea that I'm nothing

and my life is empty without kids on me. I've made my point clear many times, but they kept pushing it.

Last night, we had a big family dinner, and they again tried convincing me to have kids,

so I shut down everything they said in a not so nice way.

They were going on and on about how amazing being a mum is and how that's their biggest accomplishment.

So I reminded them of all the times they complained about having to take care of the kids.

All the times they would cuss us out for doing kids things.

All the times they would tell us how much they regret having us and how we ruined their lives.

I reminded one of my aunts of all the time she'd make

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