<<I've never known a man who was dating a divorced woman who really "liked" her kids.>>
Well, I was a widow, not a divorcee, when my second husband-to-be started dating me, but I don't think that matters, in this context.
I had one little boy, whom we will call "V." At first, my future husband (a divorced man, with kids of his own) thought "V" was weird. For one thing, "V" used to spend hours playing football -- with himself; tackling himself, collapsing on the floor; struggling to his feet; tackling himself again, and so on infinitum. And "J" would say: "My kids aren't like that." (Meaning that his kids were "civilized.")
But after we were married, "J" really came to love "V." (Everybody loves "V" -- he is really irresistible.) Honest to God, I think he loved "V" more than his own kids. And "V" loved him. When "V" graduated from prep school (one that "J" insisted he go to), and received all kinds of honors at the graduation ceremony, "J" had tears in his eyes! (My eyes were dry; I never cry at ceremonies.)
So it goes...
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