About Me

It’s me again, Jenna. I told you a little about myself on the homepage, but I think to fully understand the context of the story of my father’s drug addiction I should tell you a little bit more about how I grew up and who I am.

My name is Jenna Jane, but I go by Jenna. Only my mom and dad call me JJ, or Jenna Jane when I’m in trouble.

I didn’t mention my mom in my last post because she wasn’t really in the picture during the time of my dad’s drug addiction. Who knows what might have been different if she had been around. My therapist says it’s not healthy to ruminate over “what might have been” though, so I try not to think about it.

My parents got divorced when I was a baby because my mother was having an affair. She ended up marrying the guy, and they moved out of state to start a new life away from my dad and my stepfather’s ex-wife (my stepfather was also married and having an affair with my mom). They had three children together.

Although I didn’t grow up with my mom or my half-siblings (mom moved away when I was still too young to remember anything), we have a good relationship now, and I am thankful to have a family still.

My dad got custody of me because of some clause in my parents’ prenuptial agreement about infidelity. Because my mom was cheating, my dad got to keep me.

Since all I knew of my mother growing up was what my father told me (that she was a lying, cheating life ruiner), I didn’t think highly of her or particularly miss her, until after my father died and I actually got to know her and her side of the story.

My dad and I were extremely close. He even homeschooled me once we moved out to the farm. He had been a teacher in the city before the move, so he was really qualified to teach me all my subjects. I was reading at a fifth-grade level by the time I was five years old.

I think it’s important to tell you more about my dad too, which I will share in my next post.