First Comes The Love Child, Followed By Her Mother

One day at three in the afternoon a cab stopped in front of my house and a girl with a suitcase got out, and rang the doorbell. She said her name was Phoebe, and showed me a picture of my husband in college, with his arm around a girl. "This is my father".

Fifteen, nearly sixteen, I got a daughter. Her mother was stressed, lost her job, etc. etc.

My husband was surprised, didn't deny it, but out of caution we had a DNA test, confirmed with flying colors. What happened next is why I have a problem.

He flew to 'her' to see what he could do to help her. Come live with us, he told her, lots of room. Start your life over. Except the kiss wasn't just another kiss, he wanted her and possessed her. I'm finding out he still loved her.

So here we are, if I move out she gets everything, if he moves out, he leaves us together. She's not moving, nowhere to go. So were all stuck under one roof, with a sixteen year old getting to know her father.