And yet, I snatched my hand back, tightened it into a fist to brace myself, and answered his question. “Because,” I said, putting immense effort into keeping my voice perfectly level, “I am average. A single mom in her thirties, who is neither beautiful nor successful. There are thousands of women like me. Desperately trying to make ends meet, giving everything up for their children, and dreaming. Always dreaming, but never achieving.”
