Whenever my mother was between marriages, she developed a passion for packing boxes. No move was too far, no apartment was to be left unturned during these times. As my mother relentlessly searched for the perfect place to live, she was also searching for that next perfect husband to make her life complete. New daddy #3 came along less than two years after old daddy #2 was left by the wayside.
     The new daddy, who at this point was just the new boyfriend, came upon the scene with no fanfare. He was simply there, sitting on the couch one day when I came home from school. Introductions were made, and I was encouraged to like and be nice to this new person, and make him feel welcome.
     Life went on close to normal for a while, with the only...

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