I used to think parenthood was all about biology—genetics, family trees, carrying on the name. But then Max came into my life and changed everything I believed about what it really means to be a dad. It all began, like most life-changing things do, in the most ordinary way. I was 29 when I met…
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I didn’t do everything perfectly, but I gave it my all. Worked overtime. Skipped the getaways. Brought my lunch every day for thirty years. Whenever my kids needed anything—money for camp, new sports gear, help with tuition—I made it happen. No grand gestures. No thanks needed. I just quietly did what I had to do….
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When I was 22, I fell in love with Michael, a 29-year-old widower with two young kids. Our relationship moved fast—within days of meeting, he introduced me to his children, and within a year, we were married. He was convinced I was the missing piece for his family. He even arranged for me to say…