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Confession. Bitter pills sometimes make the best medicine.
I confess that I hold my SD9 to impossible standards.
As Buddha roughly said (paraphrased) "Suffering comes from desire".
I secretly desire her to be the child that I lost. I have this imaginary child in my head, perfect in every way. She is not like the child at all. She's not the worst kid, she's just not him.
My story, in six books or less.
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"You'd understand if you had kids" ARRRRRGH!
If there is one thing I cannot stand as a step-dad, it's the title.
Like getting a girl pregnant and her birthing it actually engages some kind of secret male brain.
I've been in my SD's life since she can remember. I helped in every way, made it to EVERY school function.
I held her in my arms as she cried over her POS father when he died (I do not bad talk him).
She is my child. Yes, there are issues, but I have been invested over 4/5ths of her life. What does the other 1/5 count for?
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