We used to be a large group of friends, all metal heads (the music united us, we were from all over town, different schools, different neighborhoods). Started the group in our late teens and went strong until we hit 30s. Women came and went in our group, always attached to one of the guys. Getting close to 30s some of us started getting into serious relationship type arrangements but kept going strong with the group. We were so tight, we used to spend a lot of time together. We would meet up in different configurations every two days. Trips, expeditions (mountain climbing type stuff), parties, concerts, barbeques or just chilling with some beers...

Then one by one, the women started getting accidentally pregnant. My boys being stand-up, good, reliable guys wifed them up and started building families.

Out of 32 men I am the last one standing. I can get them all (or almost all) together two times a year. Besides these two events we meet up rarely in smaller circles for some beer, a concert or some such shit.

Anyway, when they are soberish it's all fun. When they get really drunk they start the REAL talk. How they hate being married, how they hate having kids, how they hate the stress and burden of having a family, how they wish they listened to me and stay single. Some of them cry when they tell me this. I feel so sad for them.

Needless to say their wives hate me and try to blacklist my two yearly events where I get them all together.

Stay strong brothers, never marry!