And in your thirties, with two other children, it's not like you can just tell folks you weren't "ready". Everybody feels entitled to share their opinion regarding your choice...parents, partners, friends, landlords, mailmen...That was about the time the "I" started to resurface, and "E" became much less apparent.
The only people I didn't catch flack from were the other people who would have to live with my decision, my other children. Thankfully, everything has worked out. The "baby" spends about half his time with me, he's four now.