I’ve written before about being friends with my stepchildren’s mom and how it has made our lives incredibly easier. When I’m running late to pick up the kids, I don’t have to call my husband and ask him to call his children’s mother to relay the message; I just send her a quick text and bam, we’re done. Not that my husband is just the “middle man”, but when she and I are the ones doing the school runs, going to school activities together and managing most of the pick-ups, it’s easier to, y’know, cut out the middle man. (Shh… don’t tell my husband we’re cutting him out. He swears that she and I are just “a few drinks away from a slumber party”. Whatever. We like each other. It’s a good thing.)
But, of course, there are always going to be bigger issues than “Chloe got a bad note in school today” when it comes to raising kids and, no matter how close I am with the kids’ mom, I will always defer to my husband for those things. He is their father and she is their mother. There are some things in which I will not be involved.
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