After my divorce, every boyfriend I introduced to my daughters quickly disappeared, and I couldn’t understand why. After another man left mid-dinner, I decided to investigate. My friend Jose agreed to help, and after meeting my daughters, he revealed the truth: Veronica and Casey were deliberately sabotaging my relationships in hopes of reuniting their parents.
Devastated, I confronted my girls. They admitted that they wanted their old family back but were too scared to tell me. I promised to support them but made it clear the lies had to stop. Still, the idea of reuniting with Roger, for their sake, lingered.
I called Roger, and after a heart-to-heart, we agreed to try counseling. It wasn’t easy, but we were both committed to making it work for the girls. After a month of counseling, we told Veronica and Casey we were trying to rebuild our relationship. They were overjoyed, but we made no promises.
As weeks passed, things improved. Roger and I communicated better, and our home felt more peaceful. For the first time in a long time, I felt hopeful. But deep down, I still wondered: Could this fragile reconciliation blossom into something lasting, or was it just a temporary fix?
