After several failed relationships, I realized that my daughters’ behavior might be the reason. Every time I introduced a boyfriend, they would ask intense questions about his intentions, finances, and past, making the men uncomfortable. After the third breakup, I asked a coworker for help. When he met my daughters, he admitted they had grilled him with tough questions, making him feel like he was ,
being interviewed for a job. It finally clicked: my daughters were unintentionally scaring off my dates,
I decided to talk to them directly. After dinner, I explained that while I appreciated their protectiveness, they needed to trust me to make my own decisions. They admitted they didn’t want me to get hurt and agreed to ease up. From that point on, I felt a shift in our home, and things became lighter. Months later, when I met someone new, the girls accepted him—though I suspected they were still quietly watching him, just in case.
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