I didn't actually dislike my daughter's boyfriend when she started getting serious about him 4 years ago, he seemed a nice enough lad but but my instincts were screaming no, no, no....I guess my inner snob kicked in. I didn't think he was good enough and I was really fearful she'd steer a path to a life that was so different to the one I hoped for her.
Roll on 3 years and I happily admit I was wrong and on this occasion my instincts were flawed. They both moved back in with me and he now lives here and has done for 2 years. I think he is really ace. He's a real grafter, has a good heart and is very thoughtful....he's been a brilliant steady rock for her when she's been going through some pretty tough stuff....a real stabilizing influence
He puts up with me scrounging rollups, brews up for me, reaches high-up things out of cupboards, is building me a bike shelter and today came out to bump start my bike when it wouldn't start at the garage
I take it all back.
I'm a great believer in the power of listening to your inner voice, but sometimes your inner voice doesn't always grasp the whole picture
his family, ahem....well, my instincts weren't entirely wrong
Maybe your son needs this experience Lisa to recognise his true gem when he meets her. But it's agony watching them being hurt