Jo, 29

I’ve known since an early age that I cannot have children due to complications. When I tell people this they assume that I’ve had twenty-nine years to get used to it.

It’s twenty-nine years of carrying around a bag of grief. The weight gets easier as I get used to it. But I can never put it down.

I’ve always been a tomboy and would stand at the bar with the lads having a drink. Men are better company and less child-centric. But what alarmed me was that some women saw barren old me as a threat to their relationships. So I adjusted how I acted and sat with them only to endure endless conversations about children and grandchildren. Then I stopped going out as I thought the whole point of being out was to feel happy, not to come home in tears.

Then I met Becky. She’s a mum and we go to a knitting class, a book group and the pub. She’s a great friend who has multiple dimensions. We talk about all sorts of subjects and my childlessness is one of them and so are her children. We respect that we both have challenges and that’s a super parent friend.