Hope

We all dream of that someone special to share our life with and sometimes all we need is a little hope and maybe some luck. I thought for sure after all these years I would have found that someone special. Maybe its never going to happen. I hope it does. I look around at the woman my age who are single, divorced or widowed and think to myself why is it they have someone…It’s because they put themselves out there unlike myself.  I limit myself,  believe it or not I am a little shy. I hide behind a computer screen. I wear my emotions on my sleeve and to tell the truth I’ve been hurt way too much to even take a chance on love.  How many times can one heart-break before it just can’t love anymore.  Another reason I think I am not in a relationship is because I don’t need a man I want a man. There is a difference. I won’t settle either. I deserve to be treated with love and respect some woman are so insecure with themselves they will do anything for the company of man even at my age. When my sons were young I never really dated. I was afraid of doing anything to harm them. I thank God I had the courage not to bring a man into their lives while they were young. It wasn’t until they were in their late teen did I date. And believe me I hate dating. I’ve been in-love three times in my life and all three men broke my heart. And maybe that is all I am deserving to experience. At least I experienced the heart pounding romantic love at all.  That’s okay because I have the love of my sons and my beloved Ava.

Once Upon a Time

There was a little girl named Jennie that’s me who dreamt of wonderful, beautiful things. She longed to travel the world with her handsome prince and live happily ever after. Damn Cinderella.  But life  happened and her dreams were crushed by a not so nice little red hair girl….Funny how things don’t always turn out like you want.

I was raised in an American-Italian household where my dad was the captain my mother his first mate. My two sisters and my three brothers and I were the crew!

What I would give to have five minutes with that chubby girl with the dark hair and ringlets. I would warn her of the mistakes she would someday make.

This is where it began. However, not where it will end.

From,

Jennie with Love