My stepdaughter asked to move in. I told her we didn’t have any room for her but my husband convinced me so I agreed, if she would follow 3 simple rules. When she heard them, she burst into tears. All because the first rule was “No drugs in the house.” She covered her face and started crying right there at our kitchen table. My husband, Marc, went to rub her back, but she flinched, standing up quickly and pacing around the room. “I’m clean now,” she said, sniffling. “I’ve been clean for almost two months.” I believed her. Sort of. She looked healthier than the last time we saw her, which was at her cousin’s funeral. But with her, it was hard to tell. She’d always been a wild spirit — kind, but unpredictable. I never disliked her, but I never fully trusted her either.The second rule was “You’ll either have a job or be in school.” The third was “No guests without asking first.” Simple stuff, really. Nothing outrageous. Just the bare minimum to keep peace under one roof……..CONTINUE READING IN BELOW