Imagine that your life is perfect. You live in New York. Your career is successful. You are married to a "good" spouse. You are also 30 years old and you realize that you don't want to start the family that you and your mate are trying to start. Here you are, crying on the floor of your bathroom in the middle of the night, overwhelmed by the reality of your fissured perfection.
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