I met my late husband in 1992, when he was living with my sister and her husband. We didn’t start dating until 1994, due to prior commitments, but I always knew we would get married.
When I was free, my baby daughter and I moved in with my sister in March of 1994, in fact, it was my birthday weekend. Keith and I started dating seriously, the summer of 1994. My daughter started talking and immediately started calling Keith “Dada.” I would correct her and say, “No Sarah, That’s Keith.” Eventually, Keith told me, “Don’t correct her. If she wants to call me Daddy, let her.” Amazing. Keith knew that her biological father was not in her life, and HE wanted to take up that torch.
I knew Keith had been married a few times. When telling his/our story, I’ll be referring to his ex wives as Ex Wife #1 and Ex wife #2. I knew he had two kids with ex wife #1, and he had two kids with ex wife #2.
In 1994, his two older kids with ex wife #1 were already young adults when I came into the picture, oldest son was going to be 25 and oldest daughter was going to be 22, and she had a son of her own. These two kids and I were cordial to each other. Their relationship with their Dad was what it was already, before I came into the picture. They saw each other when they saw each other. I never questioned it.
In 1994, his middle two kids with ex wife #2 were minors. Their son was going to be 10 and their daughter was 7. It is the mother of these two that we had all the trouble with, literally, from the time she knew I was in the picture until 3 months after he died, but I’ll get to that as time goes on.
To be continued…..