This is a really tough one. As a father who cares for his adult disabled daughter, whose mother left a few years ago because she didn’t want to have to take care of her anymore, I can see both sides. My daughter was born with a damaged brain that left her cognitively impaired, visually impaired, nonverbal, and a host of other issues. Had we known this before she was born, what would we have done? No way we would have wanted the life we ended up having because of her. But here’s the thing. Now, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Even with her mother out of the picture. Caring for my daughter has changed me in ways I couldn’t have imagined. It has brought out the best in me, made me prioritize what matters, and allowed me to see the world in dimensions that otherwise would have likely remained obscured. When we are young, we are naturally selfish and seeking a storybook life. Meanwhile, there’s a real life waiting for us that isn’t necessarily fun and exciting, but is full of meaning and fulfillment. It’s a much better life.