We arrived home from taking my daughter to the airport earlier. She’s going to visit her boyfriend in another state and I’m freaking out a bit. Okay, I freaked out a lot. I drank two beers last night and refused to talk to her on the way to the airport. Now, I find myself wishing I could go back in time and at least hug her before she got out of the car. How do you deal with not liking a child’s boyfriend when that child happens to be an adult? I recall what it was like being 20 and I also recall what it was like not having your parents like your mate. My parents hated my husband, so we eloped. What if she elopes and why did my parents curse me with saying my kids were going to be just like me? Perhaps telling your children about your past isn’t such a good idea.