Here’s a related story from my life. I hope it offers a useful perspective.

When I was 22, I dated a 24-year-old. He lived with his mother and had never been on his own. I think I was actually his first real girlfriend. We dated for a couple months and then he expressed to his mother that he wanted to move out and be closer to me. (A little quick, but whatever.). Her opinion of me immediately changed. She became extremely rude and hateful. Psychologists would have labeled their relationship as highly codependent. They kissed each other goodnight on the cheek every night. He ended up breaking up with me over a Facebook message (pathetic) because his mother didn’t approve of the relationship.

It’s been 12 years. Where are we now? I’m a doctor who has experienced adult life and lives independently in her own house. He still lives with his mom and doesn’t have any life experiences or maturity beyond that of the typical 16-year-old.

Be careful. Mother doesn’t always know best.