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Are you ever fully ready?

When I felt that the relationship with Rachel was starting to get serious I set my stall out early. It seemed only right; kids were an important part of my life journey, and despite not knowing 100% that I wanted them (maybe 80% - I mean, can anyone be 100% certain of anything so life-changing??), I felt it was my moral duty to put forward my position. Rachel might have had no aspirations for children, what would I have done then?  You read all sorts of stories of children brought into the world with parents who have an unstable relationship. Maybe the children were an accident, maybe they were the cause of the relationship issues, or maybe the parents are just arseholes anyway - whatever the reason, I wanted to be certain that I had given the relationship (and eventual marriage) as long a time to grow and strengthen as possible - logic would suggest that's the best thing for the child, and for any challenges that might come up along the way in bringing them up - I'm yet to spe...

Lets start at the beginning

 Life is " simple "..  You go to school, you finish school; you go into work or into higher education and then into work; somewhere along the way you meet the partner of your dreams, fall in love and get married, and buy a house together.  Once you've done all that, well, society dictates that two is not much of a crowd, and so you need to multiply your family numbers. That has always been my understanding, and in many ways, desire. I'd even mapped out my major life events, and what age I expected to be when I achieved them. Lets see, Finish school at age 16 - check Sixth Form - check University - check Meet a fantastic woman - check Somehow convince that fantastic woman that I was worth spending time with - A miracle, but check Grade and get a job - Yup, that one too Married by 25 - Okay, we were married a day before my 25th birthday, close enough! Buy our first house together - Nailed it. By November 2013 at the age of just 25, I was ripping through life's unloc...