I think I might have done well with my compassion for children, but I didn't want any children of mine to go through what I went through growing up. I didn't want another child to feel different and I didn't want a child of mine to have medical problems more severe than my own (which are not really disastrous for me, but could have been for a future generation). Besides, nobody ever wanted me, so I never got married. Here I am at 52, with no husband, no boyfriend and only one cat left. My life is proceeding well in most areas, but in the arena of romance, I don't foresee a change. It is too late for me to have children now. That door has closed long ago.