Went there - failed ..

Fourteen years ago I opened my eyes in a very bright room and in my confused state my eyes fixed on two pretty faces I had never seen before. The youngest girl, the blond girl, I knew was around five years and her sister with hair a touch darker I remembered from somewhere was around seven. Between the two girls, protectively holding each girl close to his side was a man I had recently met and the girls beside him, looking so like him, I knew was his daughters. I - who never got sick was in a hospital bed after a bolt of flu that threw my temperature through the roof. "Decided" he said "that is it time for me to introduce you to my daughters". Now, I wonder, when was it was that I failed as a step mother ? Was it from the first day they met me, deciding together never to accepted me as a partner or wife to their father or was it something I did that gave those two girls power enough to take from me everything that was and still is special to me - my husband and my home. Though this blog, over the next few days I want to share with you my story - perhaps my story will save a marriage.