I Asked My Daughters to Watch Their Little Brother for 2 Hours – An Hour Later He Begged Me to Come Home

Then there is Jacob, my seven-year-old son. He turned out to be the light of my life in ways I did not know were possible until he came along.

The girls are from my first marriage. Their father and I divorced 12 years ago, and honestly, it was not pretty.

He painted me as the villain in their story, and for years, they believed him. They chose to live with him after the split.

I saw them on weekends and holidays, always feeling like a guest in my own daughters’ lives.

Four years after the divorce, I met William.

He was kind and patient and everything I needed after years of feeling like I was not enough. We got married, and a year later, Jacob was born. William loved that boy with everything he had.

But my daughters?Continue reading…