Yes, it happened to me. I had a horrific childhood, fell pregnant at 16, was chucked out of the family home when my daughter was 6 months old, and was completely alone. I ended up in a dingy high rise flat, and as hard as I tried I couldn’t get life to go right, I was at college and working, but I could barely afford essentials like rent and childcare, it was bleak. I never, ever thought that anyone would wilfully put themselves into the life that I was living.
I ended up moving, and I was depressed because I was so far from everything and had no one at all in my life, then I met someone.
He was everything I’d never had, he was lovely, kind, settled, hard working and I fell head over heels for him, somehow he felt the same about me, he took me on, and he stepped in as a father figure for my daughter, she was 3 when he came along, and he was wary of overstepping any mark, and forcing himself in as her father, but when my daughter started to call him dad, he took that as a sign that’s what he needed to be. 8 years we’ve been together.
No one knows that she isn’t his unless I tell them, we all now share a last name, life looks like it’s always been quite simple and his parents dote on my daughter too. Nothing is ever too much for him on account of us.
You can find it. I did and I’m a pretty hard person to like a lot of the time.
Ps, there was a car often parked opposite my old flat, my younger sister said she loved the car, and would go out with the person who drove it if she got the chance. That was his car- not when we met, but I can’t believe that he was there right in front of me