Ironically, it was one of the happiest days of my life. When the doctor handed Ian to me, I was so intimidated; I simply said "Happy Birthday" as Ian collapsed on my chest to nurse. Ian changed my life and I lived for him. He was the perfect baby. Ian never cried, was adaptable beyond words and smiled more than any baby I have ever seen. Dating never occurred to me at the time. What guy would want a woman with a newborn baby? Yet, unexpectedly, five months later, I met someone who was into threesomes ... no, not that kind ... threesome dates with me and my son.
This new man was willing to sacrifice dinner dates for trips to the zoo and the playground. Instead of taking off my bra on a Friday night ... he was taking diapers off my son or taking days off when Ian was sick. We married a few years later and he adopted my beloved son as his own. I felt comforted knowing my son was so loved by this man and would be loved forever.
We had a second child named Hayden a few years later -- and suddenly everything changed. Our oldest son Ian, who had become the object of my husband's affection, was now invisible. The biological child became the center of my husband's universe over the following two years and the preferential treatment set in.
To read the unthinkable act this father pulled, go to When Daddy Has a Favorite, Page 2.