This is really sad.
I just spent a weekend with my adult daughter, her two grandchildren and my son, whose 31st birthday it was. It was a wonderfully messy and chaotic and fun time and now my house is quiet again (other than my barking dogs). It kept occurring to me how different my life would have been if I hadn’t had my two kids. I know some people don’t want kids and I won’t try to convince anyone they should. But it’s beyond sad that some people who would otherwise enjoy raising a family have had this spoiled for them.