I have been raising thee boys that were my wife's through
a previous marriage.
I knew it from jump, so, it's never been an issue.
We never had that "You aren't my father!" fight, either, becasue
when I came in, I stated, and, showed that disobiedience wouldn't
be tolerated...(Well, I let a few things slides..comments, and, the like..But if you try that with mamma, the hammer is going to drop quick and, hard.)
The youngest was 4 then, now he's 13. The oldest just turned 16.
The oldest has held onto the idea of his father for the longest and, has really
been hurt becasue thier sperm doner is a real tool. He'll call up the boys, and, tell them
he'll be by to get them for the weekend, then, doesn't come....We've had to take him to court three
times for child support non-payment (I offered to adopt legally, and let him out of it, but, he refused) He told the boys he was going to kick my ass, blah blah...(While I was in Kuwait..Song changed when I got back.)
Oh..Mrs Goon only asked for 450.00/month for three boys, two of them learning disabled.
He was going to fight the divorce, but, his lawyer told him he better sign before Mrs Goon got pissed off...He did.
Anyways...The boys have been calling me by my first name. I felt this would be less confusing, and, titles don't bestow authority or responsibility. Never really been a big deal with me. This morning Mrs Goon calls up, and says that the boys have somthing they want to tell me. I figgure it's happy Valentines or some such. It was about 0645 CST before tehy went to school.
Acting as a spokesman for the group, my oldest says: (my first name), we've decided that we want to call you "Dad", if it's alright with you, because you are the one that has taken care of us and given us everything we have, and, you make mamma happy.
It's been a pretty good day, aside from my eyes being all red from having irritants in them.