I was actually happy when I found out my mom was getting remarried. I don't remember this much because other things completely overshadow this fact, but I was excited when I first heard. I had met her fiance before, and I liked him. He was nice, and he seemed normal, and I had never really had a father before, mine dying before I was born. So I was all too happy to be a bride's maid, I was all too happy to have a father, and the first three years were good. For the most part. There were hints of what was to come, but I ignored them and so did my mother. That was our mistake.