| I think she thinks it’s a flex to go to New York or anywhere for that matter. If she was poor as a kid then got married at 20, she probably has never traveled much. I suspect the first time she left the country was for her adoption. |
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“Sure, Other Guy can seem quite shiny in that other yard (as could you at first), but a permanent relocation discloses the truth: grass is pretty much grass. Add in bills, parenting, and the lame responsibilities of real adulthood, and that shine wears off lightning fast. That grass is fake, untrampled by the west and tear of an actual shared life. It is a lovely illusion that looks beautiful from afar but becomes sharp and artificial to the tough, if not initially, eventually. The ensuing wreckage will outpace the fantasy.”
Jen Hatmaker Of Mess and Moxie Chapter 11, page 110 |
The Jen from “Of Mess and Moxie” is long gone… that Jen wouldn’t recognize this Jen at all. |
We know how that will turn out. Tyler wouldn’t contaminate himself by being with her when she was sick. This is not sickness and health. |
| small thing but the ridiculous hyperbole gets really old. And smells desperate. "there are not enough superlatives on earth to describe it" and "ten million" reasons she loves Tyler. What are you 12? I really think she never mentally developed past puberty. |
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Some book mark Page #351 as the time when “Big Sis Said That All The Heavy Lifting Was Done” for quick reference when life implodes for her in some common, totally normal, thoroughly expected way like it does for anyone with a mature, adult’s understanding of the world.
She is so ridiculous. |
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This “all the heavy lifting is done!” post reminds me of when she published her end all be all “manifesto” of how she conquered life, love, and all the things with Fierce, Free, and Full of Fire right before her own life imploded in a catastrophic way.
Self awareness is really hard for these dimwits. |
wow-wish someone would quote that back to her bc my god is it telling |
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Fake, fake, fake! We see you Jen. We know your game. We saw posts likethis with Brandon right beforeit all went to shit.
Here's a tip: People who have to obnoxiously proclaim gow happy they are, aren't. It screams of insecurity. |
| Tyler hasn't even made a post about being with Jen in NYC. |
He never does. I doubt this trip will be any different. |
She used to always tag him but now she doesn’t. She used to say The Tyler Merritt Project instead of just Tyler. Now it’s “my favorite guy” or other “names”. |
maybe he told her he doesnt want his personal life on her page.....you're right. it is different but she's still tagging him in pics |
This is a practice of Tyler that I actually respect. For the most part, he uses social media for professional purposes. He doesn't use it as a platform for his dating life, a wise move if you expect things may change. He acknowledged her once or twice, but if you look at how those posts are crafted, they acknowledge her in the way a good friend might, not a lover. So there's no need to delete them if/when they break up. And he obviously benefits from the interest of all of her followers; now he has thousands more following him via Jen's bullhorn. Had anyone heard of him before he and Jen met up? Savvy or calculating, not sure which. |
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I once felt like Jen truly had it all. The big adorable family (and they are adorable), a wonderful loving husband, a great little church full of support and connection, and a great career of meaning and impact with a central message bigger than herself. Who among us has been blessed to such a degree?
Now though I don't envy her at all. It's more like sadness at what she's become. Shilling constantly, always bragging, pointing at dildos with leather whips, monetizing things like mental health despite lots of warnings from dear friends that efforts like this are harmful. It's an empty and desperate existence. Over the years I have grown to become largely happy with my quiet, unassuming life with a good and decent man and three great kiddos. We have our struggles, we certainly do, but it's an honest life. And that alone is it's own great reward. |