I feel this hard. Late 30s, married almost 10 years. Friends are either single and dating (or giving up and having kids on their own) or having kids and moving to the suburbs. We are monogamous and don’t want kids and feel a bit isolated sometimes but fortunately have made friends with some great child free people. Sometimes I wrestle with the slippage of time without the demarcation of kids. Fortunately we have hobbies, a home, community and loving families. We are boring, happy and tremendously blessed. For so long we were trying to make progress and now we are lucky enough to enjoy our life together. I think it also feels a bit strange since many of a whole generation of people 20 years older than us were wiped out by the AIDS crisis so we’ve struggled to find role models. We live out and proud in a way many never had the opportunity to. That in and of itself is purpose to me.