A Second Chance at Motherhood

Summary

Arthur and I were what you’d call a blended family.

When we got married, we didn't have a big reception.

He brought his daughter, and I brought mine.

We introduced the girls, and then we all just moved in together.

The unspoken agreement was that each of us would primarily take care of our own child.

But after the wedding, Arthur was always busy.

Busy arguing with his ex-wife.

Busy staying out all night cleaning up the messes she left behind.

One afternoon, as I was getting ready to take my daughter to her dance class, I caught a glimpse of Arthur's little girl.