I thought about leaving Arne for peace, for quiet, for the life I lived before I met him—take-out on the couch and old movies and theblissful, unemotional, even-keeled silence of a well-ordered, no-surprises kind of life.
But the next time I saw the kids, everyone was calm. They were charming little angels who petted me and hugged me and asked for my attention. I thought, “Maybe I can handle this after all! This isn’t so bad! I can do it!”
The more time I spent with them, the more I figured out where I could fit in. I began to feel more empowered to be an adult who could maintain the boundaries of behavior expected in our household once we all moved in together.
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