I'm currently stranded in CO and staying in a small town hotel. Every morning at breakfast people start talking to me and without fail at some point talk about their kids or grandkids and ask me how many kids I have or how old my kids are. Always. I've tried to answer this in different ways, but all seem equally shitty.
If I just do a blanket "I don't have kids" people assume I don't want them and tell me how lucky I am and usually continue to complain about their own.
If I tell them I am unable to have kids I get the awesome pitty face, an awkward apology, and the quick end to all future interaction. Maybe the best? But it makes me feel sad even when I thought I was doing okay.
I tried telling the couple that talked to me this morning that I was hoping to one day, which was true to some extent but still felt like a lie. But I couldn't handle being told how lucky I was or being pittied. That response got me well intended, but still annoying, comments about how great kids are and how I better not put it off too long and a story about the girls friend that waited until she was 30 (oh the horror) to try only to find out she had IF because she waited too long (I'm guessing this girl doesn't know what she's talking about now) and that poor girl is a mess and living with her mom because her husband left her? Long story short, I better have a baby soon or my life will fall apart and my friends will tell awful stories about how sad my life is because I can't/don't have kids.
Somehow that was even worse than the rest. I don't even know what to do. I don't want to just be an asshole all the time, but I can't stand that small talk inevitably goes to kids every time. Why does no one talk to me about the weather?!
How do you guys deal with this? Do you have a go to response? I'm having a really hard time with this and not telling people to fuck off just to avoid any chance of conversation.
Son: Jackson, 11/02/06, stillborn due to PPROM and IUGR. Over the next ten years we had 9 miscarriages from 8-14 weeks. On May 18, 2016 my daughter, Ridley, was born. We're OADNBC.
Re: Small talk is killing me.