I want to be politically correct with my large female readership and say right off the bat that as a man I will never fully know what it feels like to give birth to another human being. But, to be devil’s advocate, let’s imagine that I DO KNOW. And I am giving birth… to myself. To a new version of Neil. The man who is not married to Sophia.
You will notice that I didn’t used the word divorced. Divorce has connotations of loss to me, as if I lost my wallet. I will not walk around with the self identity of a divorced man. I will be a man who learned important life lessons during his first marriage, a man now better able to love.
But this person is yet to be born. He is inside me, growing. And as most woman know, giving birth is a bizarre combination of pain, blood, joy, and medication. And it takes time.