I made some decisions regarding my relationship with Sean, but something is just not sitting right. Growing up, in my formable teenage years, with only my dad, I really didn’t ever get girly. I didn’t dress up, I didn’t do a ton of makeup, I didn’t do my hair, and he didn’t push. My mom used to take me school shopping every year before school started and I was required to have at least three dresses. I don’t know why she bothered with it because I never wore them. I was happy in my jeans, t-shirt, and sneakers. After she passed, Dad would just give me his credit card and tell me to bring back the receipt. He never really looked at what I had bought, and I never gave him a reason to, as the bill was always only a few hundred dollars. The downside, I didn’t have someone to talk with about cr
