Jamaican Me Crazy

In my younger years I have danced with the devil and dealt with quite a few fires in my life. For each fire and each devil that I have danced with, I have learned quite a bit. This one starts out pretty awesome, but like every great beginning comes a horrible flaming ending... Is that how the saying goes?

First, let me clarify by stating that names will be changed so if YOU happen to read this, John, you may find that I have changed your name to John mostly for your protection.

John was such a great guy. He showered me with compliments, gifts and even a trip to beautiful Jamaica. I even got a really fancy expensive toothbrush. You know the one that spins a million miles a minute and is also equipped with a teeth whitening function. Thanks to John, my dentist is extremely happy.

It was safe to say I was pretty happy with this particular Prince, but as the days changed into weeks and the weeks turned into months he started to ask me to sext him. Now some girls may like sending a nip here and there but I do know that humans can sometimes be horrible. What if he was mad at me one day and as I'm driving down the highway jamming to some Josh Abbott, minding my own business and there on a billboard was my nipple. Here is where the smoke formed. John didn't realize he was dealing with a Princess. Last I checked Cinderella was not ripping her bra off and sending sexts to Prince Charming. Instead of being pissed off at John I gave him reasons why I was not comfortable taking pictures of my naked parts and sharing them with him via electronically. A few examples that I gave him were that my parents raised me better than that,  I didn't feel comfortable and that I didn't want my goodies to be shared over the internet.

Sadly, I believed that John understood where I was coming from. Little did I know, eventually he would ask another girl for nudes. I have to admit that I was heartbroken. Looking back on that relationship I learned no matter how much pressure someone puts on you, you should always stand up for what you believe in.

As you can see this didn't end up to be My Fairy Tale Ending.

Not My Fairy Tale Endings

Hey y'all, I'm Jenna and I am the oldest of 7. If you caught all of us in the same room, you'd hear laughing, yelling and a lot of cursing. You might feel tension and awkwardness, but you would also feel so much love. I come from the type of family where we make fun of each other, yet support each other. We will let each other know when one of us is screwing up and we always make sure to remind them each time we talk to them. I have to admit that I am the main one screwing up, hence the title of my blog,'Not My Fairy Tale Endings'.

Lately I have been contemplating my life and asking myself,"What am I doing?". I keep asking myself why I give chances to losers and if I am being the best mother that I can be? What can I do better? Where can I find my Prince Charming? I believe that everyone has these type of thoughts. Part of the reason for this blog is to document and remind myself of the not so great decisions I have made, learn from these not so great decisions and hopefully entertain you while I make fun of myself.

Now, it's time for me to put my big girl panties on and hopefully you are ready for my roller coaster of a life I want to share with you all.