“Girls, we need to talk. Now,” I said firmly, gathering them. They exchanged nervous glances but said nothing.
“I know what you’ve been doing. Lying to my boyfriends to scare them away. Why?” I demanded, my voice breaking.
At first, they denied it. But when I threatened to cut off their pocket money and vacations, they finally confessed.

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“Mom, we just want you and Dad to get back together. We need both our parents. We need our old life back,” Veronica said, tears streaming down her face.
I felt like my heart was shattering into a million pieces. “But why didn’t you tell me this before?” I asked, choking on my tears.
“We were scared you’d be mad,” Casey whispered.

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I took a deep breath, gathering them in my arms. “I understand, but you can’t do this. It’s not fair to me or to those men. We need to have a real conversation about this.”
We sat together, talking late into the night. I explained that while I understood their feelings, I also needed to move on and find happiness.
“But, Mom, is it really too late to get back together with Dad?” Veronica asked, her voice small and hopeful.

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I sighed, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I don’t know, sweetheart. But what I do know is that we need to support each other and be honest. No more lies, okay?”
