Dear Prudence,
For a long time, it was just my father and me against the world. Then he met “Kaye” and her many kids. At first, I was very happy that my father found someone. After my mother died, it seemed like he would never be happy again. Kaye was fine. There was no overwhelming bond between us, and it would be silly to expect that—I was 17 when they married. Now, I am 24 and I feel like an orphan. My father and I used to talk every week and have long conversations about everything under the sun. Now I am lucky if I get a return phone call in five minutes. Kaye and my father are basically raising her oldest son’s two kids since he won’t. I understand the situation is complex and chaotic, but I still need my father. The last time I visited, I couldn’t even pull him away for a walk in the park. There was always a more pressing demand for his time and attention, and we ended up having a big fight about it. What’s worse, I decided to drive home early and left a note on the fridge. My father didn’t notice until the next day that I had even left. I do not know what to do. Please can you help me?
— Half an Orphan