In blended families, it’s normal for parents to have different ideas about raising kids.Colleen’s husband keeps giving money to his 19-year-old daughter, who is pregnant and already has two kids.But Colleen thinks her stepdaughter shouldn’t be spoiled and needs to take responsibility for her choices.This disagreement led to a big problem, and Colleen shared her story with us.
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