I left the love of my life because he didn’t want kids.
We met in our early 30s, and had the conversation early on. He said he’d never wanted kids before, but having met me he could see himself changing his mind. I always wanted kids, but was happy to wait a while because I was enjoying being together.
A couple of years went by, we bought a house, got engaged, and I started to get nervous about raising the subject of kids. I knew, in my heart of hearts, that he actually didn’t want them. He was very happy with his life as it was. And sure enough, that’s what he said when I broached the subject.
We limped on for a while longer - mainly because we loved each other and still had lots of fun together - but there was always an underlying sadness because we knew decisions had to be made.
I had a lightbulb moment one Sunday. He’d been for a bike ride, the sun was shining, he’d got a promotion at work - he sat in the garden drinking a beer, and it was clear he was so happy and content. And I just knew that one day, if I sacrificed the chance of being a mother, I would resent that happiness he was feeling. I knew that resentment would turn to dislike, and then we wouldn’t have a relationship anyway.
After exhaustive conversations we realised neither of us would budge, so I left. We kept in touch, it was very amicable.
By this time I was 36, and time was running out. I was too heartbroken to think of meeting someone else, so I did it alone - IVF with donor sperm.
17 years later and I have 2 kids who I have brought up on my own. I have a wonderful partner of 5 years (we don’t live together) and I’m very happy.
My ex was single for a while, but then married a woman who also didn’t want kids. He’s happy too.
We were great together in many ways, but we just couldn’t agree on this one issue. Neither of us have any regrets.
OP, only you know how much you want children. For me, it was very important, and definitely worth the sacrifice.