Dear Prudence,
My husband and I have been together for a decade. When we first got together in our 20s, we both wanted kids. He’s since changed his mind. It was difficult for me to accept, but I know honesty now is better than half-hearted parenting later. I love my husband and want to get on with our lives, but the sad void in my heart is weighing me down. For so long, I framed everything through the lens of eventual motherhood. Paying a mortgage? Well, this will be our family home. Working all day? Well, I’m saving money for our future children. Now, I’m not sure what my “purpose” in life is—or, crucially, how to determine it. And there’s one more problem…
My husband is content with life as it is; he means well, but it’s hard for him to suggest any solutions. I know life is what you make it, and I know there are plenty of fulfilled, child-free people out there. But everything I read online recommends throwing myself into a new hobby or something like that. Are watercolors and pickleball really all I have to get me out of bed in the morning? Please, Prudie, could you suggest some paths out of this wilderness?
—Now What?