The author (left) is the only woman in her immediate family. Courtesy of Susan Teresa Don't get me wrong, I enjoy life as a boy-mom . Having three sons, my days are filled with excited talk of superheroes, villains, and video games. In summertime, epic battles play out in the backyard until dinner. On family movie nights, "Star Wars," "The Hobbit," and "The Lord of the Rings" trilogy run on infinite loops. Life is never boring. Although the "Boom! Crash!" of their younger years has now shifted to more nuanced language like "Bro! That's sus," I still can't help but feel, as our family of five gathers for meals, that I'm often the odd "man" out. Their shared spoken code reminds me that I'm the only female at the table, and that I'm fundamentally different in highly important ways. That's when I realized I needed my own space.…