My Daughter Brought Home a Pale, Tattooed Goth Boy, and My Husband Immediately Told Him to Leave – Then the Boy Placed His Phone on the Table, and My Husband Went Even Paler Nt

My daughter had never brought a boyfriend home, so I expected my husband to embarrass her—not order the pale, tattooed boy out before he’d even said hello. Then the boy silently put a photo on the table. One look at it, and my husband’s face went white.

My daughter had never brought a boyfriend home before.

Maya was eighteen, independent in the way eighteen-year-olds think they are, and private about anything involving boys.

So when she texted me that she was bringing a boy home for dinner while I was cutting vegetables, I almost dropped my knife.

Bringing Evan over tonight. Please be nice. I really like him.

I smiled at the screen.

I knew she had dated a little, but names usually disappeared from conversation the second I showed too much interest.

Then another message came through.

And tell Dad to be normal.

I laughed.

My husband, Daniel, was sitting at the kitchen table trying to fix the loose handle on one of our cabinets.

He glanced up. “That’s a lot of pressure.”

“Apparently she’s bringing home a boy.”