My stepson begged me, “Don’t marry my dad.” The reason made me faint at the altar.

Deep worries begin

The conversation with Mrs. Parker opened my eyes; it was clear that there was something else going on. I thought about Tim’s distraction and how his friends were keeping their distance, and those thoughts wouldn’t leave me. I began to really worry. I realized that perhaps Tim’s problems went deeper than his falling grades or his difficulties on the playground. We needed to reach him somehow. That night, I lay awake trying to figure out what to do next.

Deep Concerns Begin