After living together for about a month, I finally got to meet his little girl, and from the moment I saw her, I was hooked. I instantly loved her. She started staying with us more and more, and he often complimented my motherly instincts, praising me for being such a great mom.
I loved spoiling his daughter and spending time with her. Honestly, one of the biggest things that drew me to him was watching him be such a devoted dad. He was completely in love with her, and it showed.
I always believed my ability to be a stepmom came from having an incredible stepfather who treated me like his own. I'd also raised my bonus daughter during my 18-year marriage, so step-parenting felt natural to me. And the fact that his little girl, who was just 4 months old at the time, was so easy to love made it even easier. I enjoyed buying her the latest baby gear and clothes—everything had changed so much since I raised my nearly grown kids.
Around November 2024, I started noticing the lies—lies that still continue to this day. At that time, I had money from selling my marital home after my divorce. I was the one paying for everything: groceries, baby items, catching up on his bills, getting his truck licensed so he could drive again, paying his overdue water bill, and countless other expenses.
In December, I brought him and his daughter back to my hometown to meet my parents and family. On our way out of Denver, I saw text messages on his phone between him and his daughter's mom. He once again assured me that nothing was going on between them. When we got to my parents’ house, the first night there, all he wanted to talk about was his daughter’s mom, even though it was his first time meeting my family.
I was hurt and frustrated, but I tried to brush it off and pretend it didn't bother me. On Christmas morning, I woke up to a text he had sent her saying, "I miss you and us."
That was the breaking point for me. Not wanting to cause a scene in front of my family, we packed up and left for Denver before my family celebrated Christmas. On the drive home, he twisted the conversation, making it seem like I was the problem, claiming I was doubting him and our relationship. Somehow, it became my fault that this was happening.
When we got back to Denver, he immediately told me he was heading to Alamosa to spend the rest of Christmas with his mom and his daughter’s mom.
This was the second time he had cheated on me, and I was ready to leave. While he was in Alamosa, I had a friend help me pack up most of my things and move them to her house.
By the time he returned, I had planned to be completely moved out.
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