Thanks so much for reassuring me a bit, Mid. All those questions you asked are ones I have thought about. It's scary as crap, and apparently crap is pretty scary.
After talking to a dear friend, I decided to sit Kyle down and talk to him last night. I really didn't know a good way to talk to him about this without busting out into tears (I'm way too damn emotional sometimes), so I talked to his mom first and she helped me put it into beautiful words. She suggested I tell him that if he really loved me, he will never close that door completely. If he loved me, he would not deny me that God-given right to have a child. There are two of us in a relationship and it takes two of us to make the decision. I didn't tell him any of this last night, I just told him that it scares the crap out me that he says he never wants kids, when I feel like I will one day. He said he didn't really know what to say to me, that he still didn't want kids, but I told him to think about it. I want to give him time to consider what he truly wants with my feelings in the equation. I guess we'll see where it goes from there. I hope he'll open up to me about it with his true feelings. After how long we've been together, I'd hope he would.
The one thing I feel bad about though is that in the first few years of our relationship (We'll have been together 4.5 years this May), I told him I definitely didn't want kids. It's just over the past year that I've been thinking that I do want them eventually. I've matured tremendously over the past couple years and that's a part of it. That, and spending time with his nieces and nephew and watching his sister have the most beautiful children that are so much fun to be around. I've watched those kids grow up for over 4 years, and it's one of the most beautiful things.
Blah, this is another long post. Sorry!!
I completely agree with you, Mid, on the fact that kids now-a-days do not have the respect, discipline, or knowledge that we were so adamantly taught. I've sworn for years that if I had kids, they would be raised with discipline just as I was. I got my ass whooped and I am GREATFUL for it because of the way I turned out. Not like, in an abusive way. I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea. I think the problem lies with the parents. I don't know what it is about the generation primarily with kids age 5-15 right now, but they just seem to be all about giving them whatever the hell they want.