The conversation quickly fizzled and I walked away knowing my pain was now his too and there was nothing I could do to fix it.

To define our relationship like that would misconstrue it; we were simpatico. I’d say it was bad experiences throughout school which probably made me much more accepting.

Our father-daughter relationship was more like a typical father-son relationship. I was also a dancer and heavily involved in the performing arts which attracts a wide variety of characters.

My mom hated seafood so we would often go get fish together and make fun of people at work, school, etc. I always made sure everyone felt welcome and included.

My dad is tremendously funny and a phenomenal story teller. I wore the same pair of vans tennis shoes to school for 5 years straight, had long un-brushed hair, and wore oversized sweatshirts and jean shorts to school. Because I wasn’t popular and because I was picky, I didn’t go on a single date until I was almost 20 years old. I thought it best to not deal with this all in real time in hopes that my Dad would come to his senses.

Since judging others is not for us, but is God's prerogative, I will be pleased to watch this film again when time permits, especially as there was no noticeable bad language as far as I can remember.

I am glad I came to this after watching the subsequent events, as this film would have ended too inconclusively for my liking otherwise.

' Sex & The Single Mom' is clearly Part 1 of a bilogy.

I grew up in a wonderful and loving home in Southern California.

The consequences are heavy and starts to tear her and her daughter apart.