ABSTRACT
The most beautiful moment in my life was when the man I loved said he wanted to make babies with me. ‘I love you’, and ‘Will you marry me’ don’t come anywhere close as statements that shook my world. Once, a woman of my mother’s generation said to me, remarking on my numerous marriages/partnerships, and despite the fact that she had herself been married for decades, that she would have given anything to have been romantically wooed, to have felt that she was ‘the chosen one’. ‘You don’t know how lucky you are for someone to ask you to marry you’, she said to me. ‘I was pregnant, and it was just a miserable decision we had to go through with’. After a sad pause, she concluded, ‘my whole life felt like the consequence of an accident. He would never have married me otherwise’.
