I don't think you're harping, and I'm not tired of listening to you. I also don't think it's a bid for pity. It's a chronic loss.

I'm 50. I'm post-menopausal. Charlie had genetic reasons to avoid having children, so we did. I loved him immensely and do not regret for one instant the years we spent together. I do regret the lack of children. It's done, it's over. I teach and spoil my nieces and nephews. It's an old scar. I don't pick at it, but now and then it aches.