I came from a dysfunctional family -- my father was a monster and my mother was an enabler -- and I left home at the earliest possibility and never looked back. After my father’s death, I found out about the family secret: A particularly vicious form of inherited manic depression that led to a suicide (and other scandals) in the family that nobody wanted to talk about. But my sister and I should have been told when we reached adulthood.
My sister married a good man (pure luck!) and trashed her marriage when bipolar disorder hit at age 30. (The womenfolk in the family all manifest at that age.) Her adult son is an intellectual and emotional basket case, and her adult daughter ran for dear life to get away from her mother at the first possible occasion. (Wait until she hits 30!)
I never married, made a total mess of every relationship and finally had myself sterilized to make sure the family curse stopped with me.
I don't look down on those who reproduce. But I do look down on those who look down on those who don't reproduce. There is a thing called Responsibility, and I respect those who honor it.
Some people just shouldn't have children.
I heard a woman describe her terrible childhood. Her father walked out on the family very early in her childhood and was never heard from again. The woman vividly remembers her mother crying every day. They were poor and life was difficult.
By the grace of God, the woman became a sister. That woman is Mother Angelica. Her mother eventually became a sister and joined Mother Angelica in her convent. Mother Angelica affectionately recalls her mother addressing her as "Mother."
We shouldn't sell God short. Good can come out of suffering. Just look at the Cross.