Sounds like the voice of experience. . .and I can concur. It was my daughter who decided to move in with her boyfriend at age 19. . .I was ready to kill him. . .until I finally met him. I realized a couple of things. . .first, I liked him right away. . .he was humble, sincere, he looked me in the eye. Secondly, I could see that this was my daughter's decision. . .she was driving this car and he was going along. .because he loved my daughter. . hell, I started to feel sorry for the guy. . .he had a tiger by the tail. .did he know it? Poor guy. ..anyway. . three years later, they are still together. She just stayed with him until she could get her own place, so they aren't technically "shacking up". . .(so throw Dad a bone. .I'll take it)
The bottom line is these two kids actually are committed to each other. . and, yes, I 'm praying for the ring.