My daughter had already turned twenty and she had never lived away from home.
She had been talking to this guy from work and all of a sudden she wanted to have her own apartment.
I couldn’t stop her because she was an adult. I didn’t like that the boy had convinced her to move out of our home, but I had no right to say anything. Last week, she finally moved out and I had a rough time. She and I had been sharing an apartment ever since my divorce and I didn’t like living alone. We talked about where she was moving to and she invited to come over during the weekend. I was thrilled to go see her, but not at what I saw. The boy was lounging on the chair and he didn’t even acknowledge that I was there. She showed me around the apartment and I asked her where the air conditioning was. She said it had broken but the landlord promised to fix it for her. I couldn’t believe how hot it was until I turned around and there sat the boy without a shirt. I couldn’t believe he was so bold and rude. For the first time in five years, I told her that she was packing up and coming home with me. I forbade her to stay in that apartment any longer. She began to cry and ran into the bedroom while slamming the door. I got a text asking me if I was going to help her pack. She couldn’t stand not having air conditioning and she realized she didn’t even like the boy.