Grab the garlic, ladies: fertility vampires are apparently here to suck away your baby-making prime years. Horror movie or real-life drama? You decide.
Last week I received a sad phone call from my very dear friend who lives interstate. She was breaking up with her boyfriend. Never much of a fan of him in the first place, I struggled to hide my glee. “Does this mean you’re moving?!” I squealed.
“Maggie. Don’t you understand?” she choked down the phone, “He was my last chance. He was meant to be The One.”
A year shy of 30, walking away from a 6 year relationship in which she had poured her heart (time, money, the list goes on…), welcomed into her circles, and negotiated some pretty major life decisions around, I could see why it felt like the end of the world.
Whilst she couldn’t put up with their crappy relationship a second longer, she also wasn’t ready to face the possibility of entering her 30’s – the baby making years – without a partner.
We all have encountered these men in our life: the ones with stunted emotional abilities. The ones who suffer from failure to launch. The ones who would rather actually suck someone’s blood than sign a rental agreement with you, and freak out at the idea of having their own toothbrush at your house.
A fertility vampire is a certain type of man of who swoops in, snatches your prime baby-making years with false promises, and then flaps off into the night cackling as he munches on your embryos and dreams of white picket fences.