My memories or yours?

The memory is a strange strange tool. There are times that I question myself whether the memories I have are my own, or the memories that someone has once told me...and I am merely reiterating them...
With that in mind I remember once either having a conversation with someone, or speaking with someone that had a conversation with someone regarding children. The topic was a simple, yet difficult to answer question; "Why do you want to have children?" The answers were varied, but for the most part they were a kin to: "I don't know, I just do." "Because I love my partner and want to share our love in our offspring." "Because it must be an amazing gift to give life." etc...etc...
The person doing the questioning then responded that all of the answers were pure bullshit as the only reason we, as rational human beings, desire to breed is our ego. We are egotistical and want to see mini versions of ourselves, pass our family name on, have a hand in molding the art of our offspring...
Well Mr. "I don't even know if you exist" having a child must be the most single selfless act of this lifetime.
They all warned me this was the case, yet I refused to listen. Having a child leaves you without autonomy. I am not, and will never again be "only myself." I do not have "my own life" and I can not do "whatever I want" I pee when HE is sleeping, I eat when HE is sleeping, I clean and cook and shower when HE is sleeping...
This is a relationship of dependence...him depending upon me for life, and the nurturing of that life...and me depending on his naps.