BBC's Sherlock and Bad Parenting

My 7 yr old and I were watching BBC's Sherlock and the dead bodies weren't a problem (although they probably should have been), the naked chick however (basically a nudist) convinced me to shut it down. "Oh man," as I closed the tablet "well sorry you had to see that bud. Honestly I'm not sure why she's naked." He stared off quietly thinking. After a pause, "maybe that's her style"... Ladies and gentlemen, my child.

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Single Parenting and Dating

Six years ago I got a divorce from my son's father. It was a mutual decision and we even hugged in appreciation for the fact that we tried but ultimately it wasn’t going to work out. I was 22 years old and although I was aware of how young I was; fresh out of college with a one-year-old kid and two part time jobs, I was unaware of how to date and honestly didn’t feel like it. Up to that point I had only been in what I would consider 2 serious relationships. In fact my idea of being with someone was always serious. It wasn't until my last serious relationship about 3 years ago that I turned a critical corner and realized my priorities were all wrong. QUICK SIDE NOTE: Let me just first say that luckily I don't have to worry about co-parenting, I'm very lucky for this. I don't have to worry about being criticized by an ex-lover for how I learned to get through the intimate relationship waters as a newly single parent but I did have to deal with my family's,...

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