Frim studies that have been done on “blended families”, it takes an average of 8 years for a blended family to start to act as a family. At least the father and step-mother have apparently done the right thing by not speaking ill of the ex. Any faults Cynthia’s mother may have had will be made apparent over time to Cynthia. Pointing them out to her would only drive her futher away from the ‘trophy wife’ and cause her to deny these fault did ever exist.
I had kind of a rocky situation,, helping to raise my honey’s son. It definitely wasn’t easy and he doesn’t call me mom but he does consider me a 2nd mom and he is my oldest son.
I never knew my biological father. My “dad” married mom, and adopted me, when I was 5. But even though he did not have to “replace” another figure, I still had a very hard time calling him “dad”, or “daddy”, or anything other than “Robert”. In spite of his best efforts, I guess I felt he was an interloper. And, after I got older, eventually felt I was the interloper. This was not his fault. I could not have asked for a better dad.
Bald fat and ugly over 11 years ago
No third party can break a marriage. It takes the actions of either one or both of the people in it.
finale over 11 years ago
The eyes have it.
Comic Minister Premium Member over 11 years ago
She’s just messing with you Lucy.
kaecispopX over 11 years ago
Frim studies that have been done on “blended families”, it takes an average of 8 years for a blended family to start to act as a family. At least the father and step-mother have apparently done the right thing by not speaking ill of the ex. Any faults Cynthia’s mother may have had will be made apparent over time to Cynthia. Pointing them out to her would only drive her futher away from the ‘trophy wife’ and cause her to deny these fault did ever exist.
QuietStorm27 over 11 years ago
I had kind of a rocky situation,, helping to raise my honey’s son. It definitely wasn’t easy and he doesn’t call me mom but he does consider me a 2nd mom and he is my oldest son.
alviebird over 11 years ago
I never knew my biological father. My “dad” married mom, and adopted me, when I was 5. But even though he did not have to “replace” another figure, I still had a very hard time calling him “dad”, or “daddy”, or anything other than “Robert”. In spite of his best efforts, I guess I felt he was an interloper. And, after I got older, eventually felt I was the interloper. This was not his fault. I could not have asked for a better dad.