After my divorce from Roger, every boyfriend I brought home disappeared after meeting my daughters, Veronica and Casey. When my latest boyfriend, David, bolted mid-dinner, I knew something was wrong. Desperate for answers, I confided in my colleague Jose. Pretending to be my boyfriend, he uncovered the truth—my daughters had been scaring off the men, hoping Roger and I would reconcile.
Confronting the girls, they tearfully confessed they missed our family and wanted their parents back together. Moved, I reached out to Roger, and we decided to try counseling—for the girls. Slowly, trust and communication improved, and we shared moments of peace as a family. But deep down, I wondered: Could we rebuild our broken marriage for good?
