I know that one day my daughter will have to deal with boys on her own. I finally owned up and really admitted that I liked her boyfriend. He was good for her, actually they were good for each other. Much in common. I realized that when I was her age, I was dating...rebelling...picking boys that I definitely would not want my daughter to be hanging out with. I always had a streak for the really bad boys. And I guess my innocent self always got the extremes. I know that she is very different than me, hopefully she won't make the same decisions I did. Sometimes I wish she would get back together with her ex-boyfriend and I wouldn't have to worry about her so much.
I guess I need to just deal with life. It isn't always what we expected.