A lot of people will probably think I’m crazy but Ryan is my daughter Cassie‘s boyfriend.
He’s been living here in my home for a few months now. They’ve been together for almost 2 years, or as I was informed yesterday “one year and nine months.”
Before you ask, I’m not completely stupid. My daughter is most definitely on birth control, not that its anyone’s business but mine and hers. It helps that he is adamantly against teen pregnancy, as well. He’s 19, and she’s 17.
You should understand that Ryan hasn’t had it very easy for the last year or so. After he graduated high school, his mom and her boyfriend moved to a different city, and even after he found his first job he couldn’t afford to live alone on what he was making. Due to high drama in my house, I felt safer with having another adult in my house since I work nights a lot, so after I tossed it around in my head for a couple of weeks, I decided to invite him to move in.
I don’t regret it. I love that kid like a son, and I feel like he respects me like a parent. He is a good kid. He adores my daughter (when they aren’t fighting) and he would bend over backwards for her, even if they were fighting. He always talks to me about their
arguments, and explains his side of things. He asks my opinion, and actually listens to any advice I might have. I’m not fond of getting in between their arguments, but sometimes I see her side and sometimes I see his.
He’s officially a member of my family, regardless of whatever future he might have with Cassie. I’d never turn him away.