“Who’s going to look after Nick while you’re away?” Rage had overwhelmed me: While I was away? What about him? The feeling was as familiar as a toothache. Things may be better now—although I have my doubts—but in 1999 when a child got sick at school, the nurse never called the father. Working men did what was convenient; working women did everything else. And felt constantly guilty: No matter where you were, it always felt like the wrong place.
