Prayers and hugs and candles being lighted.
HOWEVER, one thing I should tell you, sweetie ... a stepfather can make all the difference in a girl’s life.
My bio-dad admitted to cheating on my mother (because he got caught and was asked to resign from the law firm with which he was on the partner track) when she was seven months pregnant with my little sister.
She kicked him out and promptly went into premature labor, having my sister six weeks early. And then she caught the swine flu that was going around in 1973, and dealt with it with her parents’ help and none of our father’s.
She was set up with a guy later that year, he proposed to her that New Year’s Eve, and they got married in mid-1974. Our little brother came along about a year after that.
I have always referred to my biological father as my father, but my mother’s second husband is my dad. And at 40, I’m not ashamed to admit I’m a daddy’s girl.
That man made all the difference in the lives of me and my sister. He taught us what kind of man we deserve, not what we should settle for, and how to know the difference. All credit to him for being the kind of man to inspire me to wait for a man as good as the man I have now.
Pinging Bacon Man ‘cause he knows Wild Bill and can vouch for him being teh awesome.
I blame you for ALL my current problems.