Solomon the Wise

Finally [Solomon] said, “Both of you say this live baby is yours. Someone bring me a sword.” A sword was brought, and Solomon ordered, “Cut the baby in half! That way each of you can have part of [her].”
—1 Kings 3:23–25 

Mom remarried and moved out just after I turned six. To move is to
choose (which none of us wanted to do), as remarry is to wary, or to
worry. Like what I did the first night my brother and I stayed at Mom’s
new house. Dad was alone. All alone. Burn. Reburn. So Mom drove me
to his house to stay the night there. But I reworried I hurt her feelings,
so Dad redrove me the ten minutes back. Four times. Back and forth.
Marred, then remarred. Re– backwards is –er. Over and over. Redo.
Redoer. To reseparate. That word sounds like a bad one. No, sounds sad.
How to reword our new family form? Reform? Reformer? I wanted to
remain with both parents instead of reshuttling for an hour; thinking
it might be easier if I was cut in half.