I thought marrying my father-in-law was the only way to keep my children from being taken away from me. At the time, it didn’t feel like a choice. It felt like survival. I’m 30 years old. I have two kids—Jonathan, who’s seven, and Lila, who’s five. After my divorce from Sean, they were the only thing in my life that still felt stable. Sean used to say he’d take care of everything. That I didn’t need to work. That a “real family” meant I stayed home with the kids while he handled the rest. I believed him. For a while,...
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