Personal Narrative: One Single Girl Home

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I always try to be the best mom possible to my children; sometimes I succeed and sometimes I fail. I generally do not fail with the crucial situations, but there is one area I just cannot seem to get a grip on. That area is with my son dating. My son is 20 years old; he is an amazing guy who works hard for everything he has. He graduated high school successfully and then went on to complete college with a welding certification. He has a decent job and is continuing with his schooling for additional welding certifications. He recently moved out on his own and is doing a terrific job of being responsible and staying out of trouble. I honestly have no worries with him. Well, no worries besides the sleazy, two-bit whores that he periodically dates.
Now don’t get me wrong, he is not picking up sluts on street corners or wrangling up the sloppy drunk bitches, crawling home from the bars. None of them appear to make a habit of dropping to their knees for a snort of coke or have stripper pole burns on their thighs. I am so very thankful that the situation is not that extreme. Still, he has not brought one single girl home that I approve of.
To better explain this situation, I think it is important that a few things are understood about me. Typically, I am a very open-minded individual. I
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I understand that my son deserves to be happy and should be dating. I can accept this. Honestly, I can. I think it is pertinent to point out that I also have a daughter, who I have no issues with her dating. She is younger than my son; she is 16 and just learning how to drive. I cannot remember having an issue with any boy she has talked to or liked; I just haven’t. Like I mentioned before, I am fairly open minded. I’m not saying that that boys I meet with her a perfect little gentlemen or anything like that, but there never has been any red flags or blasting warning sirens like there is with my son’s

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