Dear Bel,
My boyfriend and I have good friends who have just had a baby. They are understandably thrilled and happy.
Iâm happy theyâre happy, but Iâm not happy about the baby because really it means nothing to me. I feel pretty indifferent about the whole thing and am fed up with all the sentimental fuss about babies.
Everyone else in our social group (all in their 30s) seems to be excited, but I simply donât understand.
The trouble for me is the way our friends have changed. They have stopped being the people I liked and they have moved home, too, leaving their good friends behind.
Before they moved, they stopped going out as much, stopped being there to talk to, stopped being as lively as they once were and became preoccupied with the bump.
Itâs as if they have learned a new language I donât speak. I canât join in the conversation and donât understand what they are talking about. The old subjects have gone; there is only one topic.
Am I a monster to admit I get no pleasure receiving an email containing 25 pictures of the new baby? My two friends are not the only ones suffering baby-madness. My boyfriendâs brother and his wife have recently had a baby, and since they announced she was pregnant, the grandparents-to-be have lost all interest in my boyfriend and me. Somehow, we are now less worthy of their time and effort because we, by direct comparison, do not have a baby.
'I donât understand the hysteria surrounding other peopleâs babies,' writes Rosa
I would like to (in fact, hope to) have my own children in a couple of years, so I am very far from being anti-children. But I donât understand the hysteria surrounding other peopleâs babies. Suddenly it feels like my life and its issues are so less important than anything to do with the baby.
Besides, I do genuinely miss my friends (the pre-baby version â not this new, overly-excited, canât-talk-to-them variety).
In writing this, I know how I sound. But as bad as I feel about that, those are my feelings.
I can see that my attitude will become a problem if left unchecked, so I would really like to hear your thoughts on this.
Rosa
Bel Mooney replies: Some readers will think you sound very self-absorbed, even immature. My first reaction is to wonder whether you are expressing views held by other younger people (and some older ones, too), who would be afraid to be so forthright.
I like honesty but, in fact, I think you âsoundâ somewhat panicky, so Iâm wondering whatâs going on.
Right at the end of your email you make the interesting comment that you foresee a problem in the future if your âattitudeâ remains âunchecked.â
The only way to âcheckâ it is to examine your feelings with even more honesty.
The truth is, we can all bore our friends if we become too obsessed with one thing. New grandmothers, especially, can often be heard apologising in passing â and without much conviction â when they click on yet another set of pictures of the adorable new grandchild or the cute toddler grandchildren at play. Iâve done it myself!
A friend will probably say, âOh, how lovelyâ because thatâs polite, but they donât necessarily want to look for too long.
So I made the decision to change. It might seem like change was impossible, given my nature and my age, but I understood exactly what there was to lose . . . The point wasnât whether or not I liked it. The point was it had to be done.
From The Dutch House, by Ann Patchett (American author, born 1963)
Personally I adore pictures of babies and children, but donât think itâs heinous for somebody to mutter: âAll babies look alike, for heavenâs sake!â
Letâs accept that you feel sad to have lost the company of two good friends and that you canât help irrationally âblamingâ the innocent baby who caused all this. Missing them as they were, you lack the inner resources for the emotional growth that could understand their joy.
Iâm afraid it shows a sad lack of empathy and must call into question the depth of the original friendship. Was it all about fun, rather than understanding?
Youâre also jealous of your husbandâs brother and his wife, stamping your foot and crying for attention like a little child. But why? You write: âSuddenly it feels like my life and its issues are so less worthy.â What âissuesâ are so bothering you? Is the babyâannoyance displacing something else?
Reading between the lines, I canât help wondering what conversations you and your boyfriend have had about the future.
Do you fear a lack of commitment on his part? Do you long for marriage? That needs exploring, because there seems to be a lot of fear behind your words. Thatâs why I used the word âpanickyâ above.
I confess that when I found myself pregnant (at 26), my first response was a feeling of panic I couldnât confide to anybody. Iâd already been married for five years, and there were no adverse circumstances, except perhaps the job which took my husband away a great deal.
But I was horrified at the thought of losing my freedom, and terrified of not being able to cope. Could that be whatâs going on with you?
I also ask you to consider whether youâre terrified of childbirth itself? Thatâs not unusual, you know.
These are issues which counselling could unravel, but an honest, in-depth conversation with your partner might do the trick.
By the way, once I had my baby son, I fell in love in a brand-new way and wanted to show his photograph to the whole world.
Dear Bel,
Recently I discovered, through the website Ancestry, that my youngest daughter Jenny appeared with a 50 per cent DNA connection with me, but no DNA connection with my elder daughter, Sue.
The implication was clear and did not come as a surprise, as I had always had my doubts about Sueâs paternity.
But in the 1960s you were more or less obliged to take the girlâs word about an unplanned pregnancy, and so my ex-wife and I got married at an extremely young age.
'They say the truth can set you free, but it can also tangle you up in knots that dig into the flesh,' writes Bel Mooney
Married life was very difficult. For no apparent reason she would explode with a torrent of verbal abuse and start packing a case, declaring she was going home to mother. It wasnât easy trying to calm her down. I researched pre-menstrual tension, etc., to try to find what triggered these spells of discontent, but it all just got worse.
Eventually I called a halt to the marriage after 31 years.
Why did it last so long? Firstly I considered the children were my responsibility, and secondly as I was in the RAF life was complicated.
When I later took Sue to task about refusing to attend her sisterâs wedding, she declared sheâd never talk to me again. But as there appears to be no DNA connection between myself and Sue, do I now contact her, or her mother, in order to clarify it?
Stephen
Bel Mooney replies: I had to omit much from your original letter â they were complicated details about housing and not necessary to the story, when there was much else Iâd have liked to have been told.
The key thing was your relationship to both girls as they were growing, notwithstanding your absences. Did they get on with each other? Were you closer to the youngest? Did their parentsâ tempestuous marriage have any discernible effects on them?
You tell me in your longer letter that your eldest, Sue, refused to attend her sisterâs wedding because she and your ex-wife looked down on the man she was marrying. Can that really have been the only reason? The whole thing is quite a strange story.
That, however, does not change the fact that the DNA revelation awakened suspicions you had harboured ever since your âshotgunâ wedding.
The proliferation of genealogical testing sites has, I suspect, caused many such problems. They say the truth can set you free, but it can also tangle you up in knots that dig into the flesh. Sometimes ignorance is bliss. And sometimes a search for the truth can be evidence of mean-spiritedness â and do harm.
Ask yourself what effect pushing the issue with your ex-wife and/or with Sue would have on your own well-being, and on theirs.
You are already estranged from Sue over the wedding invitation, and itâs clear from your final crack at this elder daughter (which I cut out) that you donât think much of her at all. So Iâm not sure why youâd want to proceed. Were you still supporting the girls financially you might find motivation in a sense of injustice, but since they are both married this cannot be the case.
If you were to put pressure on her, your ex might indeed blurt, maybe with satisfaction, that the first baby was not yours. In which case you would almost certainly tell Sue, who could made be very unhappy, and potentially angry with her troubled mother.
Would this do any good? Would it help their relationship with Jenny? You donât mention grandchildren yet but, looking ahead, their wellbeing must be taken into consideration. One day there may be cousins who might like to play together.
Since your eldest has refused to speak to you and sounds as if she is still close to your ex-wife, then I would let that be. To pursue your question will lead to upset and conflict. Iâd focus on your own life in the present and that of the younger daughter with whom you have no quarrel or qualms.
Living as we do in a precious corridor of Green Belt, this weekâs glorious weather was a special joy, as it enticed many more people than those who actually live in the area to enjoy the beauty of the English countryside.
Itâs not that where we live is especially picturesque. Itâs just a lot of fields, hedges, stone walls, trees and some country lanes. Thatâs âallâ.
But all sorts of people walk their dogs and ride their horses along these lanes.
At different times of the year you see families enjoying the green âlungâ that lifts their spirits, and presents them with a generosity of cow parsley, cowslips, blackthorn and towering chestnut spires right now, and then free blackberries in autumn. They, too, treasure what we have. This countryside is for all.
I grieve to read that five massive new communities will be created and three villages expanded in South Gloucestershireâs blueprint for where homes should be built over the next 15 years.
The new neighbourhoods, comprising more than 15,000 houses and flats, make up about two-thirds of the 22,573 properties in the newly published Local Plan for 2026-41. This is Labourâs intention (with hideous âgreenâ plans, too) for all over our precious land. Who is all this building for? Weâre not meant to ask, are we?
Listen: a new housing estate means the death of fields, with all their astonishing diversity of grasses and flowers. And hedges, used by small creatures and birds as pathways to safety. And insects, needed by birds and bats. And the destruction of homes for deer, badgers, foxes, squirrels, field mice, voles, hedgehogs, birds and the rest.
It means the pollution of rivers. It means wholesale destruction and loss.
The prospect makes me â and countless others â utterly miserable. Say no.
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