When I met my would-be husband at 17, I had no idea what kind of father he’d make. I barely had an inkling as to what kind of man he’d make. I’d be lying if I said that I thought much about it back then. We were young, living for the moment, and dominated by infatuation.
At the tender age of 22, we made it official with a modest wedding and the promise of forever. Certain that he’d make a wonderful husband; I only assumed he’d make an equally respectable father.
First came love, then came marriage, and you know what happened next. [read more…]