Eventually, I stopped waiting.
I never remarried, although I can’t say it was because I made some grand sacrifice for my daughters. The truth was much less dramatic. I was tired, busy, and usually one unexpected appointment away from reorganizing my entire week.
Dating felt like adding another responsibility to a life that already required a calendar on the refrigerator, one on my phone, and another one in my head.
Besides, I liked our life.
It wasn’t easy, but it was ours.
Brielle was always the louder twin, the one who would argue with a waiter if a restaurant had blocked its accessible entrance with delivery boxes.
Taryn was quieter, which fooled people into assuming she was easier.
She wasn’t.
Once Taryn decided something, convincing her otherwise was roughly as simple as moving the house ten feet to the left.
By eighteen, both girls were fiercely independent.
