Sam
The Chelsea versus Liverpool game should have my full attention, but I was constantly distracted, checking the time on my phone. It was just after eleven, but the minutes felt like hours as I waited for Claire to return home.
This was the part of parenthood that no one ever warns you about, the turmoil you go through when your teenage daughter starts dating. It's not that I don't like Andrew; he's a good kid, smart and focused, but I was a teenage boy once, too, so I know for a fact that they have a one track mind and the thought of Andrew Stephenson thinking about my little girl as an object, made me want to throttle him.
I'd be an arsehole if I ever admitted it out loud, but my biggest fear was that history was going to repeat itself, that another Stephenson boy was going to sha
