I feel a huge sense of deja vu as I sit in my living room, just staring at the wall. I have no girlfriend, no parents. At least I have a job … a job that denied my request for parental leave and is impacting my relationship with my girlfriend. And my baby.

My Nora. I ache to hold her, to see her. I don’t know how I’ll ever forgive my mother for what she did, for jeopardizing the family I started to build for myself, on my own terms.

Nora is supposed ...