I'm here b/c I could not find anywhere else to fit in. DH died 16 mos ago after our 14-y marriage. We had no kids together. He has 1 grown daughter from his first marriage. I was his 4th marriage. He was my 3rd. From the beginning I felt like an intrusion between his daughter and him. Well, intrusion is too strong a word, b/c I wasn't even that much to her. I came to feel more like his new maid. Not that she wasn't kind to me, but always more like she tolerated my presence. I never seemed to be accepted as part of the family.