My father was part of a generation of men who, out of duty, married the women they impregnated. (Or, if they were already married, they concurrently acted married to their unintended baby mamas.) They took care of ailing and failing spouses ‘til death did they part—whether they loved ‘em or not—and made both spouses miserable in the process. In my father’s case, he drove fifty miles each way to nurse a dying brother with whom he hadn’t spoken in years.

My father's generation, cons...

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