Beka is the woman I conspired against to win my boyfriend, and the girls are the collateral damage sitting in child-size pedicure chairs.#sorryaboutyourparentsdivorce #sparklytoenailsmakeitallbetter Over 8 whole weeks I’ve had relationships (plural) and managed to create entire chaos cycles.After we all had hugged good night, I thought, “This won’t last.” I braced myself for the wrath to come, but it never materialized.Instead, Beka introduced me to their adorable children, and my immediate bond with them made me silently rejoice that I didn’t have children of my own.
It isn’t my place to ask such a thing, and ultimately it doesn’t matter.
There was no imbalance in our love for one another, and we shared the same values and sense of humor.
It turns out that Josh’s refusal to calculate — and my distrust in my ability to calculate — led us to the best decision of our lives: to do what it would take to be together. We can be besties later, and you can tell everyone how losing your marriage was For The Best, because you failed to sufficiently appreciate Josh. (But not that horrible.) About a month later, he told Beka about me.
It was as if I had been saving my maternal love for Rose and Alice, who were then 7 and 3.
One day they brought tears to my eyes when, after a raucous game of me holding them upside down and tickling them, we snuggled on the couch to watch a movie. “I’m so glad you’re part of my family.”Beka was the one who worked the hardest to make me part of the family.