We are driving to IKEA and I’m completely focused on rush hour traffic. The Child fiddles with the radio and then gives up; no station is playing the song she wants to hear just at that moment, so she shuts it off.
After a while, she says: I’m glad you didn’t have his baby.
I wait, but she says nothing further, so I inquire, Why is that?
Because you would not have loved me as much anymore. He would not have let you. And that baby would have been the reason.
I want to tell her she is wrong, but I can’t.