Who'd Be a Stepmother? ; When Flic Everett Married Her Second Husband, She Hardly Gave a Thought to His Three Daughters.It Led to Years of Rows, Recrimination -- And a Hard Lesson in What Love Really Means

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NEVER did I see myself as a woman who'd have a large, unruly family. I grew up a happy only child, reading and gazing out of windows, and as an adult I like plenty of space, time to think, and a soothing glass of wine after a stressful day.

So, waking on the morning of my second wedding, aged 29, it seemed insane that I was intending to commit the rest of my life not only to my partner, Simon, but to his three daughters, then aged between five and ten.

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Who'd Be a Stepmother? ; When Flic Everett Married Her Second Husband, She Hardly Gave a Thought to His Three Daughters.It Led to Years of Rows, Recrimination -- And a Hard Lesson in What Love Really Means

For the previous four years, I'd lived a quiet, happy life with my son Wolfie, then six, in our Manchester flat. I'd married his dad at 21, and the relationship had proved as volatile and ultimately doomed as you'd expect of a couple barely out of their teens -- who suddenly discovered they were having a baby.

Neither of us had work -- he was an aspiring writer, and I'd just quit university to try to make it as a journalist -- a profession I have since made a career out of.

We married in haste, then repented in equal haste, as we failed to cope with bills, a baby and each other. When Wolfie was two, h...

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