Dating someone with a kid
One of the huge things about dating someone with kids is that they're going to need their family-alone time — and so do I.
I have a lot of weekends where all I'd like to do is drink a glass of wine and watch Bridesmaids in my underwear, with my little dog sitting next to me on my cheap IKEA sofa.
It works out, because the kids get special candy, I don't have to eat it, and I'm the hero.
I let the cards fall where they may and go with my gut when it comes to chemistry between me and another person. If you elect to date above your generational boundaries, it’s a reality and one that recently became mine.
The math in putting 1 1 together is hard enough; it’s an equation we spend our whole lives trying to master until at last we form a solid pair. I met someone amazing, and at the same time, met his kids (also amazing). Now, some time later and armed with a better understanding, there are a few things I wish I’d known from the get-go that might have spared me some serious mental struggle: It sounds aggressive, as though I’m telling you that dating someone with kids will ensure you’re always treated second-rate, never coming first and always neglected in some aspect for preferential love to the young ones. The kids will always come first, yes, but if he’s a catch and you’re lucky, you’ll score second place.
I've dated some pretty swell fellas in the past that have done impressive things, but this one is successfully raising two humans into respectful little dudes.
He's responsible in a way that a lot of men aren't, and I get to see what kind of person he is by the way he interacts with his kids.