On my way home from a therapist session a fellow bus passenger commented on the fabulousness of my daughter- obviously. He shared that he too was the parent of a three-year-old girl. He then asked, “Do you let her father be in her life?” I never mentioned I wasn’t with her father. He, as far as I know, does not know her father. And custody agreements aren’t an organic conversation topic shift from “My kid really likes Elmo.” I’m a pretty open person, and maybe it’s obvious, because this is not the first time I’ve been asked this question. And it was not the last. I’ve been asked this since I was pregnant. The first time was on the bus. After looking at my…