En mors bekymring for sin søn og hans nye kæreste

I am sitting, contemplating of the letter from ”an unhappy mother”. I can absolutely

enter into her situation. In fact, I have a similar problem that is bothering my night

and day.

My eighteen-year-old son and I have always understood each other; we have

stuck together through thick and thin ever since his drunken and ruthless father left

us almost fifteen years ago. My son has always been a nice, devoted boy. He has al-

ways stood by me in good as well as critical situations. I have succeeded in bringing

him up so that he has always been really helpful, e.g. he carried out the waste bin

every morning without being asked. He has always attended to his duties, done well

at school and all that sorts of things. But now all that is a thing of the past. Two

months ago he met a chit of a girl, or to say it point-blank, excuse the expression, a

real little bitch of sixteen, who, as far as I my son has made me aware of, has had up

to several sexual relationships since the age of fourteen. It is my quite clear under-

standing that the girl has seduced him and thrown him into all sorts of things; parties