The math in putting 1 1 together is hard enough; it’s an equation we spend our whole lives trying to master until at last we form a solid pair. I met someone amazing, and at the same time, met his kids (also amazing). Now, some time later and armed with a better understanding, there are a few things I wish I’d known from the get-go that might have spared me some serious mental struggle: It sounds aggressive, as though I’m telling you that dating someone with kids will ensure you’re always treated second-rate, never coming first and always neglected in some aspect for preferential love to the young ones. The kids will always come first, yes, but if he’s a catch and you’re lucky, you’ll score second place.
Let me tell you about second place: This is where close members of his family reside.
Honesty in an open forum, right off the bat – who’d have thunk it?
If you stay together, you’ll be Not My Father for years.
Adding him to the mix creates a new layer of complexity—with no easy wins.
This is the place he reserves for family or as-good-as family.
This is a great spot in which to find yourself when looking for vacancies in someone’s heart.