Stepbomb: A bomb went off the day my husband gave a courtesy call to his ex-wife to tell her we were getting married. It was an atomic-rivaling explosion we didn't see coming. (When you find out more, you'll bitch-slap us for being so naive!) After several years of dating long distance, he put a ring on it and I ventured cross-country for love -- and, apparently, for an involuntary starring role in "The War of the Roses, Part 2."
Look out, Kathleen Turner: This ex-wife gives you a serious run for your money!
I knew there'd be baggage and a certain amount of drama. I mean, c'mon -- fiance + divorce + ex-wife + new wife + kids does not equal a walk in the suburban park. I just didn't see it coming so fast. It was like that bacne that -- boom! (bomb-pun intended) -- shows up on your wedding day (or maybe that was just me).
I'd barely stepped one foot into my new city when we got the e-mail laced with threats of suing for full custody. Wedged between profanities (I never knew you could put those two curse words together ...) was something about how there would only be one mother in this family. I looked around at my clothes spilling out of the cardboard boxes and had a temporarily insane thought of my own: I could still leave ....
But I loved my fiance and his children more than I knew I could love anyone. And I wasn't going to walk away because his jealous ex had her panties in a bunch. And despite her reactionary behavior, I could understand how she could feel threatened and insecure (I promise, I could!). And as I began to unpack, I hoped that one day, this would all blow over and we'd be cheering side-by-side at soccer games for the children we both loved.
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