I didn’t want to tell Anna about the fantasy I entertained on days when I got really annoyed (when I was convinced, say, that Dustin was sweeping the floor only to make me feel bad): that if he weren’t there, I would rise to the occasion. I’d have to. I’d get a real job and put the baby in day care. Let him cry it out at night. Give him the pouches of baby food Dustin hates without anyone there to judge me. I’d do it alone and get all the credit.