How often have we said after the event “Why on earth did someone not tell me?”, as though when we are hell bent on a course of action any advice anyone gives us is going to make an iota of difference. Especially when that advice is coming from our mother and no matter how diplomatically put.
In my first unfortunate liaison, my mother was mindful of my feelings and subtle in her advice. She said “Don’t marry him, he’s a jerk.”
If only she could have been a little clearer.
Seriously though, as seasoned mothers, we know that if we strongly dislike our children’s beau (isn’t that a good word?) they will cling ever tightly to them. Take a more relaxed, laid back approach and unsavory couplings tend to come to their natural end as the common sense our child was raised with kicks in at some point.