The six-month mark is a deceptive milestone. In a relationship, it’s when the honeymoon phase ends. In a tragedy, it’s when the casseroles stop coming. In our situation—this strange, grafted-together family dynamic—it was when the polite veneer began to crack, revealing the complex, jagged edges underneath.
We were “making it work,” as I told anyone who asked, but the definition …
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