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看看我们的韦恩同志怎么当着三个没有成年的孩子的面把孩子的爸踢到地窖,带个女人进驻自己主卧,六口之家怎么生活在一个屋檐下的故事。。。恐怖
Kathleen Wynne would have made a world champion schoolmarm. The high cheekbones, the horn-rimmed glasses, the short hair that looks like it spent the night in curlers. Wipe the smile off her face, dangle a chain from the specs and she’d be the picture of prudishness, self-censure and repression.
She might have even turned out that way. In the late ’80s she was a homemaker and mother of three, living in a nice big house near Yonge and Lawrence. But her marriage to Phil Cowperthwaite, a successful chartered accountant, was falling apart. They were staying together for the sake of the kids.
Then, in 1990, she fell in love with Jane Rounthwaite, her former Queen’s University dorm-mate and a friend of 18 years, and popped the rivets off her cookie-cutter life. Rounthwaite moved into the master bedroom and Cowperthwaite relocated into the guest suite in the basement, where he stayed for two years. Neighbours were scandalized, believing he’d been kicked down there by the harridans upstairs. But the plan was for Cowperthwaite to occupy an adjacent property once one became available, so they could split the responsibility of raising the kids, which is how it eventually worked out.
The upheaval was especially hard for the kids: their youngest daughter was only six years old, their eldest son entering his teens. The fights around the kitchen table were loud, emotional free-for-alls between the six of them—the kids always had a voice in family affairs—but Wynne was determined to find a way to make a new kind of nuclear family work. “Kathleen decided that we would make this change in our lives, and that every relationship in the family would still be whole when it was done,” recalls Rounthwaite, now a management consultant. “People were not that tolerant of what we were trying to do. But Kathleen had a vision, and she would not let it go.”
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