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I picked a fight with Rachel today. I actually raised my voice. I've never yelled at her before. I want her here, living with me, raising Miranda, smiling at us every morning. She doesn't want to live here...with me yes, in Montana, no. She's also not sure if she wants to dedicate her life to the raising of a child that isn't even approaching her own. I guess I see her point. But its not like Miranda's just some random kid I pulled up off the street. She's tucked her in a time or two. I don't know how long this is going to work. Randa's going to wonder who Daddy's "wife" is someday and wonder why she doesn't want to be with us. I've got to think for her now too. But I love Rachel. I can't picture me without her in some way. I don't know what to do.