Anonymous wrote:I read the original post and feel compelled to respond to the OP, as I have lived this story.
OP, several years ago you met a man in a perhaps flawed and unhappy, but still intact marriage. This man had, I assume, a longtime, stay-at-home wife, and two older children. The younger child is a daughter with ADHD.
You two met and the attraction was strong, immediate, and undeniable. At this point you could both have acted selflessly, though of the longtime wife and the two children involved, and not let the situation go any further. Instead, you both acted selfishly, and pursued your love and own interests and passions, the consequences be damned.
At the time you told yourself, and him, that you would love his children as your won, that you understood his baggage and you accepted him, that you would love him "for richer and for poorer". And then reality got in the way of your fairytale, storybook, happily-ever-after romance.
I know this story because I lived it. Back in 1985 I was starting 8th grade. I had an older brother who was a senior, and our little sister was in 4th grade. We had a very happy family life, my mom was a doctor turned stay-at-home mother, and my dad was a well-respected law firm partner. We all attended the same DC private school, had a lovely house, took great vacations, in other words my life was seemingly perfect.
That fall my dad left the family for a young associate at his law firm. We were completely devastated and shattered. I think only my older brother escaped relatively unscathed because he was already almost off to college. Dad promised nothing would change, that he still loved us, and that he would continue to support our mom and our lives as he always had. Within a year he was remarried, and by my 10th grade year he and his much-younger, new wife were expecting a baby.
The reality was that life had changed. Not only did our beloved older brother go off to college within a year, but my sister and I saw our dad much less often that we had before. My mother literally had to beg him to pay for the things we had taken for granted before, like summer classes and a beach vacation. Our stepmother clearly did not appreciate his having to support two households, and made this obvious to me at every turn.
I went from being a straight-A student in 8th grade, voted class speaker, to being the girl who made out with the potheads behind the bleachers at the football games. I went into my 12th grade year with a B average, dismal grades in a family that valued education and achievement (older brother attended Princeton). I cannot even begin to imagine the impact of a traumatic divorce on a girl with ADHD, as your stepdaughter has.
By the grace of God, with my mother's steady, unwavering support, and with the belief my teachers had in me, I rather miraculously earned admission to the University of Chicago. My stepmother opposed my dad spending that kind of tuition the education of a burnout, B student, but my school counselors convinced him that it would be worth it for me.
I entered college deeply appreciative to my mother, my father for having faith in me, and my college counselors. I set out to prove that everyone's belief in me was well-founded. I graduated near the top of my class, and like my mother went on to attend medical school afterwards. My brother, sister and I are very grateful that our father overrode our stepmother's objections to pay for our college, law school, and medical school educations.
After my younger sister left for college, my mother finally went back to school to earn a masters in education, and then returned to her home state where she still teaches high school biology. My father and his second wife eventually divorced.