Firstly, I think she is one of the strongest women in the world. So, her believing that she was weak(er) was rather shocking to me, despite her self-confessed imposter syndrome.
Secondly, she was implying that I was the reason why she was weaker than most other women. Wait, what?!
But as it sunk in, my shock turned into a deep, strange sort of sadness.
Sadness that was felt not for my wife, but for all those other “stronger” women that represented a rather large group.
To understand the genesis of my wife’s claim, let us rewind a bit.