After three failed relationships, I realized men disappeared soon after meeting my daughters.
They knew I had kids, so it didn’t make sense. Determined to find out why, I asked a trusted
coworker to pose as my boyfriend during dinner. Throughout the evening,
I left the room multiple times, letting him interact with my daughters.The next day,
he admitted they had grilled him about his finances, future plans, and whether he’d support me.
My older daughter’s intense stare when he hesitated made him uncomfortable.That night,
I spoke to my daughters. They admitted they were just trying to protect me. I reassured
them that while I appreciated their concern, I needed their trust.A few months later,
I met someone new. This time, my daughters were more welcoming—watchful
but supportive. It finally felt like a fresh start.
