“They told me you have to get the fitter parent to testify,” she said after the third day in court. “Can you believe that? The fitter parent—meaning the one who earns more, the one who takes less annual leave, the one with the higher Q rating. I can’t even find my ex-husband, let alone get him to show up before a judge. Fucking laws.” I felt for Moira then. I feel for her more now as I realize that Malcolm, with double the income I bring in and half the late days, will always be the fitter parent. Most men are—even the ones who aren’t.
