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We’ve waited all week trying to plan out how we will tell the kids about Ryan Miller and who he is. Truthfully, I want to wait a couple more years, but James is right; we need to address this before it becomes a question that causes tension. Word around town is that Ryan just closed on the sale of his house here in Texas, but nothing has been said of his divorce. “Babe, we need to talk to them sooner than later. I’ve been told he’ll officially move back here by Thanksgiving.” James pointed out. “I know; I just don’t know how to even approach it. How do we start? Hey kids, we know you have been raised by James, but when you were born, another man was your daddy. That sounds crude just thinking about it.” I reply with a sigh as I finish folding a towel.