I (48f) love my daughter Hannah (22f) very much, and I have thought of myself as a very progressive person. When Hannah came out as a lesbian when she was 19, me and my husband John (51m) were very supportive. One morning, I came into Hannah's bedroom to do her laundry. She was in bed asleep, still in her going-out clothes. She and her bed smelled like a gym bag and there was fluid on the bed. Stupid me, I moved my face closer to it and smelled it. I thought that maybe Hannah had spilled a drink or wet her bed. But it was female fluids. Later that day, I talked to Hannah who seemed hungover. I asked her if she had sex with someone last night and she said yes. I asked Hannah about the woman because I thought that it was someone Hannah was dating for awhile, but Hannah wasn't even sure of the woman's name. The only thing Hannah could tell me about the woman is that was she was hot, blonde, older, drunk, and her name may have started with a V. I told Hannah that she can't just bring home women she barely knows. Hannah got upset and called me all kind of names. She called me ageist, a prude, old-fashion, and even homophobic. I was so hurt I yelled back. I tried to explain that it's dangerous to just bring random women to our home, and I said it would be more dangerous if she was straight and bringing random guys over. Am I the asshole ?

By the way, I didn't use anyone's real name.