In my mind, I had a number of escape routes to divert me from their doomed path: large, smug exit signs labeled Evolved Husband and Flexible Workplace and Gender Equality. But once I gave birth, I was shocked at how unstoppable and how inevitable the sequence of events became, as I too was propelled down the road called “The Way Things Are,” and one by one, the turnoffs to my planned exit routes disappeared over my shoulder.
