I wanted kids for the longest time. Mainly because of how my parents always talked about how much having a kid gave their life meaning. They were both drug addicts, my mom was really not mentally or physically capable of taking care of me, not like she was a straight up junkie or anything, it was just the doctors had no way to treat her except drug her up with meds (She's dead now.), my dad a multiple(And by multiple I mean more than 20) felon. Actually in jail right now, as we speak for drugs, since Thanksgiving. How the fuck the system let them adopt kids is beyond me. Actually in jail for drug, as we speak. I just wanted to be happy and have my life mean something. Now, I'm 21, been sober from pain medication for a year and a half, been married for most of that time. I probably will want kids, again, one day. But, when I'm financially stable and in a good place mentally. Which may be never. All I know is I don't wanna be my parents and with my depression, it's been on my mind a lot lately.