Let's tackle the money issue for a moment. For as long as I can remember, I've had countless opportuninties to get into a variety of outdoor activities. I could have been skiing or snowboarding when I was in middle and high school like all of my friends. I could have been hiking and backpacking and getting into mountaineering a little earlier. Sure, all of these opportunities have presented themselves to me in my life at one point or another. But the thing is, I could never take advantage of those opportuninties because I valued pizza a little more than half pipes. Yep, I was too freaking fat to enjoy the things other kids could. And I'm not whining about it; that was the hole I dug for myself and I sat in the bottom of it--and dug it a bit deeper here and there--until recently. So I've lost weight, and now opporunities that were once out of reach to me are now starting to look like a hell of a lot of fun. Thing is, these things cost money. Unfortunately, so does everything else in this stupid world.
So that's one argument. The other is the kid argument. She wants them eventually. She's sure of it. Me? I might maybe probably-but-I'm-not-too-sure want them in the future. The thing is, I haven't had a lot of decent father experiences; my dad's an asshole, his dad's an asshole, and my grandfather's an asshole. Not exactly a sparkling testament to parenting. It's not that I don't love kids, I do, it's just that I love kids that I can hand off at the end of the day and thank god I don't have to put up with it day in and day out.
But then I see some of my coworkers with their kids; they know a love that I don't, understand and involve themselves in a relationship that one can only understand by participating in. And the thing is that they seem okay with the fact that a human life is in their hands to mold and shape, advertantly or otherwise, and seem to feel no pressure about that fact at all; they look at it as a natural step in life. I'm just not seeing it that way. In fact, it's horrifying to me. Being responsible for a dog I can (barely) handle, a human? Are you kidding me? It just doesnt seem to be a viable option to me right now.
Maybe it's different for her. She doesn't have the pressure of three generations of asshole, barely present fathers who dance in and out of life like I do. That's not to say she had a charming upbrining or anything, because that's nowhere near the truth. Or...who knows? Maybe she does have the pressure, the constant what-ifs popping up in her head like so many online insurance banner, but she sees it differently.
Maybe she sees the same risk I do.
She just sees it as one that's worth taking.
In the meantime, I'll be taking donations to the National Broke Husband Assocation.