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My Daughter’s First Boyfriend Told Her to Shave Her Arms Because They Looked “Like a Man’s” Then My Husband Invited Him to Dinner

The next afternoon, Emma came home from school unusually quiet.

She dropped her backpack by the front door, didn’t say hello, and went straight upstairs.

I gave her ten minutes. Then I went up and knocked.

She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, staring at her phone.

“Did something happen?”

“Tyler wants to talk.”

“About Friday?”

“I think so.”

She turned her phone around and showed me his message.

“Can we talk tomorrow after school? I need to explain something.”

“Are you going to?” I asked.

“Maybe.”

She set the phone face down on the comforter. Then she surprised me.

“Mom. Did you stay with that boy? Kevin? After he said your teeth were ugly?”

I sat down on the edge of her bed.

“For a little while,” I admitted.

“Why?”

I thought about how to answer that honestly.

“Because I thought being somebody’s girlfriend meant trying to make them happy,” I said. “Whatever it took. I didn’t understand that making him happy wasn’t supposed to make me miserable.”

Emma considered that.

“Did he ever apologize?”

“Eventually. About a year after we broke up. At a party. He’d had a couple of beers, and he said, ‘Hey, I was kind of a jerk to you, huh?'”

“Did you forgive him?”

“I stopped being angry,” I said. “But I didn’t want to date him anymore. Those are two different things.”

She picked at a loose thread on her blanket. Pulling it. Wrapping it around her finger.

“I really like Tyler, Mom.”

“I know you do.”

“And he was nice before. He was really nice. He walked me to every class. He bought me a hot chocolate when I was sad about my math test.”

“I know that too.”

She looked up at me with those big brown eyes she got from her father.

“Can somebody be nice and still hurt you?”

“Of course they can, sweetheart,” I said. “Nice people hurt each other all the time. What matters is whether they take responsibility for it. And whether you feel safe telling them they hurt you.”

She nodded slowly.

Then she pulled the thread so hard it snapped.

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