
This is step one on the journey to “my husband doesn’t help me with our kid,” “I feel like a single mother of two”, “I’m exhausted because he rarely does anything with our kid, and it’s all on me.”
Time and again, women engineer these sad architectures of paternal exclusion for the dubious payoff of feeding their ego in the first couple of months of the child’s life. The result is always the same and so is their absolute shock that it happened.

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