When I heard my stepson’s urgent plea before the wedding, “Don’t marry my dad,” I was floored and super confused. What could make a 12-year-old say something like that? I thought we had a good relationship. I tried to brush it off as typical kid stuff, but curiosity gnawed at me. With the wedding so close, I had to know why he was so against it. What I discovered next left me reeling, questioning everything I thought I knew about my fiancé.
With the wedding looming, I thought a day at the park might help ease Tim’s worries. “How about a little trip to the park?” I suggested, hoping to see a smile. Jeff, my fiancé, nodded in agreement. Tim looked up from the floor and gave a small shrug. We headed out together, the sun casting long shadows as we walked. I wondered if this outing could bridge whatever gap had formed between us.