One day I am chopping vegetables at the kitchen bench and negotiating something around time and care and children, with the boyfriend, whose name is Seth. It’s quite a friendly negotiation but none the less we’re not yet in agreement. I’m making a concluding point but I’ve skipped the argument that underpins it. The bits about men and women and how our time, particularly when it comes to parenting is identified and valued differently. And I think, what are you talking about Seth, I’ve already fought this fight and I won?
Then I remember, that argument was with my ex.