When Blended Families Collide: A Mother Protects Her Daughter’s Space

My ex-husband’s fiancée recently moved in with her 14 y.o. son into his two-bedroom house. I said that I don’t want some teen boy sharing a room with my 12 y.o. daughter. His fiancée just smirked. Later, I went to pick up my daughter. I entered her room and, to my horror, found her in tears. My heart dropped. In that moment, all I could think about was how deeply I had hoped the transition between households would be smooth for her. Even though our marriage had ended, I wanted our daughter to feel secure in both homes, surrounded by adults who respected her boundaries and emotional needs….CONTINUE READING IN BELOW

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