Hahaha. difficult child went on an overnight to the cape with her 28 year old 'man'friend (I can't get the word "boy friend" past my lips). There are supposedly others going, but I doubt it, of course. I know nothing about this guy. Not his last name, his address, phone number, nothing. It used to be that I would get all that information before even letting either girl get in a car with a guy. You would think that with this guy I'd be even more diligent in my parental duties. In all fairness to my guilty concience, I did ask several times for this full name. And I do have a general idea of the town he lives in, but difficult child never seemed to get around to telling me that info. There is a part of me that feels it's pointless to push it really, especially with difficult child. And then there is a part of me that feels, "Well, she is almost 20 and I've let go, so keep letting go and pray that she's safe". I'm not alarmed and I'm not even worried. There is a part of me that wonders if maybe she's better with someone older. And then I wonder why is he hanging around 20 year olds? And then I let that go too. I also think back to when I was her age. I was on my own. My parents had moved 3000 miles away from where we grew up. I had my own apt, paid all my own bills, went out every night, partied and crashed at friends' houses, etc. So, a large part of me feels that the only way she will truly grow up and learn responsibility for herself is to live her life. As long as she continues to pay us for her car insurance and pay me back for fixing her car (which she's been doing), I am okay with letting go. So, have I detached too much or am is this what a healthy detachment feels like? It feels so good not to constantly be waiting for the other shoe to drop or to worry non-stop.