I was 36, she was 28.
We went along ok for a couple years while we both had real ****hole jobs. I wanted kids but not while we were still scratching for nickels.
She had some health problems that made me nervous about kids too.
Then we both got new jobs at roughly double our previous pay. We moved across state, to her home region of the state. She reconnected with a bunch of her old friends.
We were making lots more money, but never seemed to catch up on any of our back debts. Every month or so she would "discover" an old student loan or credit card that had to be paid off, so we fell deeper and deeper and deeper in the hole.
We also got on 180- degree different work schedules; while I was working nights, she started bar-hopping with her old friends, who were serious party girls. These gals pounded it down.
One night a few of these booze hound-ettes were at our apartment when I came home. One of them decided to tell ME exactly what she thought of my work schedule and our marriage, in a screaming tirade in full earshot of the entire building.
Somehow she got out of the building on foot and not in a rubber bag, but how, I don't know. I've never ever raised a hand at my wife or any other significant other, but THAT *****, I was about a half-second away from demolishing.
Within a couple months my wife moved out; the divorce was final within a year.
I had been on the brink a couple times before (pregnancy scares): when i was 17, a senior in HS, and when I was 28-29, in my first dog-scratch newspaper job.
In each case, almost certainly, I'd have gotten married in another month or so, but both times the girl miscarried and we drifted apart into different lives.
Once in a while it does hit me: I could have a kid in their 40s now. Or early 30s. Yikes.