Your Sister and Son Aren't Yours, Dear Husband

Five years into our marriage, Marcus suddenly brought home his foster sister.

"Chloe just went through a terrible breakup abroad," he said, gently wiping a tear from Chloe’s eye. "She has no family here. She can stay with us and help take care of Leo."

My five-year-old son immediately ran over and hugged her legs. "I want Chloe! She’s way prettier than Mommy!"

Late that night, I stood outside the cracked door of the nursery, watching Marcus and Chloe tucking Leo in, one on each side of the bed.

My son’s whiny voice pierced my eardrums. "When are we going to kick that bad mommy out?"