Much like I don’t screen people for specific ethnicities when considering a relationship, I also don’t ask for a date of birth.
Coming second to the greatest loves of someone’s life ain’t all that bad.
A healthy situation, where everyone is respected and boundaries are in place is the best you can hope for, and it’s then up to you to decide if you can handle it or not. You are the only person who needs to feel comfortable with your decisions and if you do, you won’t give some ignorant onlooker the satisfaction.
An ex fades into the background of your past while an ex with whom you share a child will always be in your life. That racist old lady shooting daggers on the subway in “Save The Last Dance” is probably the only aspect of that movie that reflected real life. It’s not just about him; he’s got other (little) people to consider.
Some days will go smoother than others, and you may find yourself toggling between elated and exasperated at the start.
To love someone with kids is to open your heart up that much more to the possibility of an insta-family, and everything that comes with it.
Honesty in an open forum, right off the bat – who’d have thunk it?