quidni wrote:Having grown up as a daughter in a "broken" home myself, I think you might be hitting pretty close to home here. I know how I always envied my friends who had "whole" families.
Reading this I had to laugh and cry at the same time. The first time I met my younger daughter she was a little tot and I picked her up at one friend's house to take her to another friend's (my future brother in law) house. She stood up on the back seat of my car (no seat belts in those days so the kids rode in the back seat) leaned over the front seat and asked me if I was going to marry her mommy. Since I didn't know her mommy yet, a situation that was remedied shortly thereafter, my reaction was something on the order of "I don't even know your mommy kid."
Her mommy and I ended up happily married for 23 years and I feel as though I did a pretty good job, older daughter graduated Summa Cum Laude with three majors after five years in college, and became a successful wife and mommy, if you ignore her other accomplishments, and is married to a Senior Vice President at IBM. Younger daughter also became a successful wife and mommy (all she ever wanted to be) and would have made the valedictory speech at her college graduation if she hadn't ended up in the hospital giving birth to her last child that day.
I can't say the same for my second step family, unfortunately, stepson is just to genetically inclined to be like his biological father, but I tried.
My late wife shared a letter to Santa with me a couple of years after we married, in which my daughters expressed their wish to have "a real daddy, the kind that lives with us" and she told me that I had satisfied that requirement. That was her method of softening me up for the next phase, which was when the girls came to me and asked me to adopt them so we could be a "real family."