I used to be that surly teenager 40 years ago. I ran off a lot of creeps that my dear mom didn't have the street smarts to see through.
When she finally brought home a decent bloke, I did my level best to sell him on our family, but unfortunately, he was a whole lot smarter than I was.
Yeh, well, sometimes it’s just the whole package thing that makes it not work out sometimes. Most of the girls I’ve known, been pretty nice each in their own way, but throw in the uncontrolled little monsters raising an unholy ruckus every dang hour and there was just no way. One or two, kids was OK but mom turned out to be a sportsfreak or dishthrower and then definitely no bloody way. One, at least, I just loved those kids, and surely miss them to this day, but never ever going to get intimate with their mom so she just disappeared after awhile. Just never know.