I am a stepfather. I married a woman named Barbara, who had two young sons. Her sons lived with both parents, split about 50% of the time each until they grew up and moved out.
Some people do not like the “step” terms: stepfather, stepson, and so on. Friends told me I should call the boys my sons and they should call me father. The problem with that, their father was a good man and in their lives. He was their father, and the boys were his sons. I was there to support my wife when she needed it.
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