Why He Won’t ”Fess Up” and Why You Shouldn’t Make Him

Have you ever been frustrated by your partner’s refusal to take accountability.

I have, and it drives me insane! 

Just state the facts, is what I was trained to do as a TV journalist.

So, you can imagine how infuriating it is for me to back down when I call my husband out, and he won’t admit when he’s wrong, or conveniently can’t recall an offense.

Ironically, men are great at remembering all of your trip-ups. 

They’re so painfully sensitive you would think they would have more regard for your feelings. But nope, they can’t see past their fragile souls. 

Even when the evidence is clear, somehow, it’s not what it appears, or they diminish their role in the flagrant foul they have committed. 

Yes, you could have been more thoughtful, more loving, more understanding, better at listening, less critical, less selfish — but who wants to admit that? Not men.

It’s easier not to.

It’s easier to make you look crazy.  

He calls you crazy to avoid being accountable.

The diminishing drives me even more insane. 

Frustrated with this dance, I have asked my married friends: Is it that hard for men to admit their faults? 

The result was a unanimous, yes! 

Personal insight is excellent, but I needed professional backing to swallow this pill.

So, I asked my good friend, Google.

Through my search, it was made clear that men are more emotional than women and can’t withstand as much pain. 

So, when your husband makes a mistake or hurts you, he won’t confess because he’s more sensitive than he appears.

And, he is crippled by that male ego.

Psychologists say the reason the male species won’t “fess up” or can’t hear any criticism is because they feel awful when they have done something wrong. 

Some will get angry with you for exposing their weaknesses, and others act unbothered.

Psychologist Karen Sherman, says studies indicate that at a physiological level, men don’t tolerate conflict as well as women. 

They appear fine on the outside, but internally, they’re not okay.

On top of this, a dear friend of mine is a registered nurse, and she shared with me that male preemies in the neonatal unit don’t survive if they don’t receive a lot of skin to skin contact. 

But, female preemies are stronger. She says they can  survive without it. 

So, the issue of your husband not being able to acknowledge his faults is likely not going to change. He’s a sensitive soul —with a lot of maturing to do. 

What’s an empowered woman to do? 

Well, the great poet Maya Angelou said: 

If you can’t change something, change the way you think about it.

They’re not woman enough to stand in their truth. 

Here’s my confession: I didn’t know how to be married, in the first round. 

I was sometimes disrespectful with my words, and said hurtful things.

I would leave for days when things didn’t go my way and block my husband’s calls.  

I’m controlling.

I like to be right, and I won’t stop until you admit that I’m right. 

I have pride issues (i.e., I don’t need you, I can do this alone.) 

And, growing up without a father in my home, made it hard for me to respect my husband, unconditionally. I didn’t even know what that meant, or looked like. 

My mom was the boss, and she was always right. 

But self-righteousness is just as toxic to a marriage as your spouse’s refusal to take accountability. 

Religious leader, Hank Smith says:

Placing blame in marriage is like saying, “Your side of the boat is sinking.”

Competition is a form of separation. 

Unless, you’re aiming to be single, don’t  compete with you partner. 

Instead, choose peace. 

Marriage is an ongoing lesson in surrender, which makes it hard. 

Taking the high road and submitting is annoying; sometimes, we want to feed our egos.

But, the Bible encourages us to be committed:

“And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.”

Galatians 6:9

To stay motivated, remind yourself of your “whys.”

Your family is your “why.”

Breaking generational curses is your “why.”

Don’t play the blame game with your partner.

Finger-pointing doesn’t inspire positive change.

Instead, let your husband be drawn to you by your gentle, pure, and kind spirit.

God sees your efforts.

Every time I let go and choose love, with no strings attached, something amazing happens. The world responds to me better. I’m more impactful.

My husband softens when I soften.

And, there is no scoreboard because we are on the same team.

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How to Stop Complaining and Get the Love You Crave

When I got back with my husband, I had a plethora of demands and complaints.

You spend too much time with your friends.

You work too much.

You’re not putting our marriage first!

All of these things say one thing: I miss you!

I’d love to spend more time together would have been a better approach.

But, I was still hurting and acting tough.

Looking back, I can see my negativity and insecurity.

But, at the time, I thought this was assertive.

Nope. It was control, driven by fear.

Fear that maybe he didn’t love me enough.

After pride comes, it’s ugly sister, Ego, follows.

My Ego said: he doesn’t deserve me. I can have any man I want.

It took having a conversation with a close friend for me to realize that pride and Ego were still stunting my growth.

Without hesitation, she blurted: You have pride issues, girl.

This phone conversation forced me to dig deeper into my behavior.

When I was younger, I thought my inflated Ego was a compliment to my character. To me, it meant I was a strong woman. I knew who I was and what I wanted.

Since, I’ve learned that an inflated Ego is a defense mechanism.

It’s a security gate built to keep others from hurting me.

Love makes requests.

Fear demands things.

If you want a deeper connection with your partner, learn the difference.

You know you are speaking out of fear when you become demanding. Or, start reminding them of how many other lovers you can have.

We can all have several partners if we choose. But, does that add any value to your life?

Does making that statement help bring you closer to your partner?

Instead, it creates more distance.

Everytime I complain about my husband, I decrease our level of intimacy.

In our home, we speak our desires. It is a ”no complain zone.”

Instead of saying: you’re messy, and you never clean up.

I make a loving request: I would love if the closet were cleaned this weekend.

And guess what? It gets cleaned.

If it doesn’t, oh well.

Remember, you are not your partner’s parent.

Focus on yourself and doing the things that bring you peace and joy.

You can’t control people. We struggle to control ourselves.

When I find myself being controlling, I ask myself: what’s the fear? What am I afraid of losing?

Recently, I was having a rough week, feeling lonely in a new city, and overwhelmed with my children. On top of that, Aundre had a heavier workload after an employee quit.

One night, he worked a 12-hour shift, and called to tell me that he was meeting up with a family friend and would be home later.

I wasn’t happy, and ordinarily, I would have demanded that he come home and relieve me of my stresses.

Instead, I paused and said: ok, babe, have fun.

When honestly, I didn’t care about him having fun. I wasn’t having any fun with our two hyperactive toddlers.

He needed to come home and suffer with me.

As valid as my feelings were, a negative attitude never serves us well.

And no one likes to feel controlled.

My goal is to grow closer to my husband. To achieve this, I have to do things differently than before.

So, I put on an attitude of gratitude and followed our phone conversation with an uplifting text message.

In the message, I thanked my husband for working so hard and allowing me to be home with our children. Some moms aren’t fortunate enough to do so.

I thanked him for being an excellent provider.

Then, I told him I missed him and spoke my desires.

I made a loving request for him to plan a date night for the two of us.

Immediately, Aundre called and said my message made him smile.

He revealed that he was under a lot of pressure and wasn’t feeling appreciated at work. But, said it felt good to feel valued by me.

Within an hour, my husband was home.

Complaining is just a lazy way of not communicating what you want.

My mama would always say: you can get more bees with honey than vinegar.

Meaning, you can win people more quickly by gentle persuasion and flattery than by hostile confrontation.

A better life starts with a better you.

If you are complaining about your partner, it is because you have an unmet need. Stop criticizing them and start speaking about your needs instead of their shortfalls.

Remove your hardshell and reveal your sweet and soft side, Jellybean.

Be vulnerable, value your partner, and receive the love you crave!

How to Move Past the Hurt and Love Again

“Why did she take him back?” was the resounding question after I shared my family’s reunion on social media.

The next logical question followed? “How could I possibly trust him again?”

Although I’ve always considered myself to be a bold person, I’m learning the importance, even more now, to be led by my desires, not my fears.

I desire to live happily ever after, with my husband, while keeping our family intact. So, that’s my focus.

That’s what I am manifesting.

Like you, our reconciliation came as a surprise to me as well.

Aundre moved to Houston during our separation.

And when he decided to pay us a surprise visit in LA, his arrival was not welcomed.

My mom made it clear that he could not enter her home, and I had no interest in seeing him either.

I was an exhausted single mom of two babies, trying to plan my new life without him.

Still, our son missed his dad tremendously.

Although I didn’t care to see Aundre, I would never keep our children from having a relationship with him.

So, I slapped on a happy face and pretended to be excited about Aundre’s visit — for our kids.

Little did I know, his unexpected arrival was to convince me to move to Houston with him.

He rented an SUV and was ready to load up the trunk.

Annoyed by his confidence, my response was a soft laugh followed by a firm, “no thanks.”

The ego of a man, some will risk playing in the street with dirty dogs, only to find themselves wanting to go home after learning the grass isn’t always greener. Sometimes it’s greener, because it’s fake.

Hurt with a bruised ego; I couldn’t imagine ever taking him back.

What I envisioned and sought pleasure in was having him see me happily married to husband #2. I thought that was the sweetest revenge.

But, vengeance is the Lord’s, and God has other plans for us.

After a breakup, you have to train your eyes to not see your ex, as the same person you saw before.

My husband was now a stranger to me. I avoided saying his name.

He was not the person I knew or loved.

But, after a weekend of family fun, and peace with my soon-to-be ex-husband, I started to see him as the Aundre I knew: the southern gentleman from Houston, who was passionate about family, authentic, protective, and knew how to make me laugh.

As the weekend came to an end, Aundre prepared to leave.

While putting his bags in the rental car, he began to cry, our son sobbed, and I held back my tears.

Pride and fear left me standing there with a stoic face.

Internally, I didn’t want him to leave us.

I didn’t want to raise our children without him.

I wanted my family back as much as he did. But, I was too hurt to admit it.

For months, we talked on the phone day and night.

Slowly, the conversation moved from only talking about the kids to talking about us.

We prayed together and discussed how things could be different, the second time around.

Our marriage was suffering in other areas before it finally erupted.

We lacked conflict resolution skills and didn’t know how to fight fairly.

We struggled to find time alone with a newborn, there were financial constraints, and we didn’t take the time needed to prepare for marriage.

Neither of us were ready.

Aundre proposed on a Sunday evening, and we married the next day.

We were in love, but clueless about the selflessness it takes to have a healthy marriage.

But, this time around, Aundre had a clear plan for us, and I liked it.

Slowly, my defenses dropped, and I headed to Houston.

Now, here we are: Happily married.

We are falling back in love, learning to fight fairly and praying together.

We are forgiving each other and having patience for one another.

Getting here hasn’t been easy.

We were separated now for more than a year.

When I came back, old mistresses didn’t want to let go and made their desperate attempts, after learning about our reconciliation.

An unexpected call from an old lover can ruin all your efforts to repair your marriage, if you’re not prepared.

I wasn’t ready.

A text or phone call from an old fling would send me over the edge, and I would go into fight-or-flight mode. Still afraid of being hurt.

I didn’t trust Aundre, and I would hang his affair over his head with every argument.

That’s not loving.

I didn’t realize how destructive shaming was until we were sitting in church, and Pastor Joel Osteen gave a sermon about it.

I remember him saying:

When God speaks to you, He will always lift you. But, the enemy will shame you, accuse you and place doubt in your heart.

I felt so convicted.

I was the accuser and fear of being betrayed again was making me the enemy.

We use shame to convince people to do better, but really, shame does just the opposite.

Your past doesn’t have to poison your future.

What’s happened in our marriage is not nearly as important as what’s happening right now.

Where God is taking us is more significant than where we have been.

To forgive, I had to let go of all the heavy baggage.

It was easier to do when I was still living in LA, and Aundre wasn’t in my face every day.

Face your fears by reprogramming your thoughts. To heal, quit replaying the bad memories and change the channel.

The Bible says: think pure thoughts.

God will give you beauty for ashes. But, you have to let go of the ashes to get the reward. This exchange has to take place.

So, I gave my husband the gift of forgiveness — the gift of trust.

Together we are walking in faith and defusing doubt.

To get here, we had to stop comparing who hurt who more and start helping each other heal.

Healing is the purpose of this blog and the purpose of our marriage.

Our goal is to break generational curses and strongholds on our family.

A single mom raised me.

Aundre was adopted.

He’s never met his father and didn’t remember what his mother looked like until they reunited a few years ago.

Now, we have our own family and an opportunity to do things right.

Family is the greatest blessing, and it’s worth every fight.

So stay tuned as I detail the process of reconciliation, and manifesting the life that you desire.

Hopefully my transparency will offer you insight, hope, and inspiration.

The best way to improve any relationship is by improving YOURSELF.

Never stop growing.

Look within and win my friends.

Be blessed.

Forgiveness Is Not Acceptance: How to Forgive Without Becoming a Doormat

Story by: Jordyn Taylor | Feb. 21, 2019

My last story left some readers asking how to forgive without falling back into the same love trap. 

But, forgiveness is not acceptance.

You can forgive someone while still showing them the door!

Having grace does not give the person who hurt you a “get out of jail free” card. In fact, forgiveness is not about the other person at all.

Having mercy is more about personal growth.

The only way I could grow through my situation was by surrendering all of my pain to God.

Forgiving was a process.

I didn’t know what my spiritual leaders meant when they said: leave it in God’s hands.

I didn’t want to see my ex, speak to him, or even pray for him.

The hurt was too deep. 

How could I just forgive my estranged husband for abandoning me and our kids?

Little things like Facebook memory notifications, would break my heart all over again. 

We were married. I thought we had a lifetime of missions to complete—together.

“Teamwork makes the dream work,” is what he’d always say.

But, raising our kids alone is a frequent reminder that my partner-in-crime forever is gone.

It’s tough being a single mom.

It gets lonely not having a teammate to pass the baton to.

Life is a marathon, not a race. And, anger was too heavy for me to carry along with two babies.

So, I followed God’s word.

“Be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving each other, just as God in Christ also has forgiven you.”

Ephesians 4:32

Having mercy doesn’t mean all of Mr. Dean’s dirty deeds are dismissed.

It just means I decided to make peace with him.

Forgiveness for me was letting go.

It had little to do with feelings for my ex, or trust.

I’m still hurt.

But, I had to forgive because punching him in the face was unacceptable.

Forgiveness freed us both.

Often women like to remind men of how much they’ve hurt us when they don’t measure up to who we wanted them to be.

And if we’re betrayed, we want to be vindicated—immediately.

“Oh, I’m going to teach him a lesson,” is what hurt women holler.

But, who’s schooling you?

It can’t be God, not with that attitude.

Besides, we can’t fix people. We struggle to fix ourselves.

I’ve made the mistake of playing Captain Save ‘Em, when I am the one who needs saving.

So, I’ve given my disappointments to the Lord and I’m asking Him to cleanse my heart, daily.

When I talk to my ex, I make an effort to use soft words. The bible says it turns away wrath.

And if things go left, my attention leaves. Our conversation is over. 

If you’re having a hard time letting go, here are four things to try:

  • 1. Don’t worry about anything
  • 2. Pray about everything
  • 3. Tell God what you need 
  • 4. Thank Him for all He has done
Philippians 4:6-7

When I follow these actions, the peace of God shows up.

And if you’re afraid that forgiving will leave you open to being hurt again, it’s a sign that you have more work to do on yourself!

Like me, you need to sit with your thoughts and feelings. Write them down and ask yourself: what did I learn from this experience?

“Who am I, and what do I want?” Are the things I tried to define in my journal.

My reluctance to forgive meant I needed to become more familiar with myself. I needed more time to understand my thoughts, feelings, and needs.

One day I was watching “Iyanla: Fix My Life” and I remember Ms. Vanzant saying: when you know who you are, you don’t put yourself in harm’s way.

Those words sat with me.

I needed to hold myself more accountable.

I believe self-love and respect means setting boundaries for yourself and others. It teaches people how to treat you.

I’m still working through my feelings and learning how to honor myself more. And, how to have MY needs met.

Despite what anyone has done to you, you can choose to stay offended or choose to get the lesson.

My betrayal is teaching me to take better care of myself, now and in the future.

I’ve embraced this process. I’m forgiving and I’m moving on.

You may be hurt, but that doesn’t mean you have to be held back.

Glory to God!

I Had To Forgive a Person Who Wasn’t Even Sorry!

By: Jordyn Taylor| February 7, 2019

Let me tell you how hard this was.

I was going through an entire pregnancy alone.

While also trying so hard NOT to see my newly estranged husband living a glamorous life – globe trotting with his “rich” girlfriend.

The family I was building was gone.

You ask friends and family not to share the details of your spouse’s social media page with you, but many can’t help themselves. They are now more astonished and angered by the blatant disrespect than you are.

On top of that, strangers are bombarding you with screenshots, DMs, and questions about the husband you no longer know.

More mistresses were coming forward with their confessions & apologies, hoping to mourn the loss of “your” man together.

Maybe I should have logged off for a while. It could have protected me from being more hurt while pregnant.

But, I needed to see the truth for myself.

I needed to know who I had really married, so that I wouldn’t fold if he ever tried to come back!

I accepted the truth. He didn’t love me anymore.

But, there was still so much more work to be done.

I had to forgive!

This was a bigger pill to swallow.

How do you forgive someone who keeps disrespecting you?

And, how do you forgive someone who isn’t fucking sorry?

I get it. People fall in and out of love all the time. But, what I couldn’t grasp was the disregard for my feelings, the disrespect to our family unit, or the anger towards me.

It felt like I went from being his queen to becoming his nemesis within a blink of an eye.

Suddenly, everything happening was my fault.

I got myself pregnant.

I caused the media circus.

I’m seeking fame and attention.

Meanwhile, he was posting pictures and tagging “The Shaderoom” and other entertainment blogs. Plus, filming a freaking reality show as Salt N Pepa’s bodyguard and as Pepa’s lover!

Clout chasing.

I wonder if men ever take the time needed to reflect on their own actions.

Why is it so hard for some men to take accountability for their actions.

Even after the fire is out, they will not admit to igniting it.

I’m so tired of the “crazy ex” or “crazy baby mama” narrative men use to deflect where they went wrong.

Still, we must forgive them and heal, right?

Well, me forgiving was allowing the man who had treated me so badly to come to the hospital after our daughter was born. That was the first step.

Did I receive balloons, flowers, or a push present? Nope.

Did I expect it? Yes!

I just had a natural birth, buddy… without an epidural.

I want all the respect!

But, single moms don’t get much respect; yet the high road is one we must always take.

As I swallowed my pride and aimed to keep the focus on Legacy, I was glad to see her father loving on her as she deserved.

No matter how much we don’t like our children’s fathers, it’s important for us to support their relationship with the kids.

Children need both parents.

God created it this way for a reason.

Co-parenting

I remember praying:

Lord please remove all the anger and hurt from my heart. Help me to forgive him. I want to be a good role model, a great mother, and a loving-kind woman of strength.

But, life doesn’t care about your prayers. You can pray all day and still get beat up until your broken.

There is no magic potion, prayer, or fairy dust that’s going to make your life just happen the way you want it to.

You have to put in the work and activate your prayers.

Things often got heated between me and my ex, as we tried this new co-parenting thing.

Two hurt and stubborn people can be a recipe for disaster.

But, as my faith grew, I learned how to deal with conflict better.

When I felt disrespected, I would try not to react at all. Instead I’d ask myself: will your actions line up with your prayers? If not, be still.

Don’t give away your power.

It was hard separating the hurt and just parenting. The tension between us was palpable.

I don’t feel like he truly understands what he put me and the kids through. Nor did I believe, at that time, that he was genuinely sorry.

He was so blind and self-absorbed. It infuriated me.

I remember one day my spirit told me: pray for him.

But, because I wasn’t all the way healed, I resisted. I didn’t want to do that.

Stubbornly, I stood my ground: Pray for him?

I’m all prayed out on him, Lord.

No thanks!

So, we struggled to get along a bit longer.

Exhausted, I finally accepted that only God could deliver the peace needed for me to be a great mom.

So, I had Legend join me and together we prayed for his dad.

Video of Legend praying

Something beautiful happens when you pray for your enemies.

It stops you from seeing them as the villain and gives you a sense of peace.

God’s Word reminded me that we are in a spiritual battle.

“For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.”

Ephesians 6:12

The devil is an expert at destroying families. Don’t let him use you.

Whether you’re separated, divorced, or a single parent, you should always be praying for your children’s father/mother.

Your kids need you both healed and whole.

During my pregnancy, I wrote this prayer:

“Lord, when I am wronged, help me to relinquish my right to clap back!

Help me to remember the truth of your word in Psalms 135:14 that says you will vindicate me.

And when I am tempted to repay evil for evil, please help me to remember that my struggle is not another human being, but with myself.

My desire is to be a woman who is mature, wise, and who has a sound mind. I want to be a woman who possesses the fruit of your spirit.

Please, help me!”

Oftentimes, my actions didn’t line up with my prayers.

I failed numerously by saying harsh things to my ex. Sadly, I would yell and cuss at him whenever he disappointed me.

But, nobody wins when a family fights, especially not the children.

Our babies look to us for security and guidance, regrettably I wasn’t always the best role model.

But, now I remind myself that God is love.

And, His love should be reflected in your family in spite of your marital status.

So, the next time your ex drives you to the point of calling him “a piece of shit.” Pray for him instead.

Give people a piece of your heart and not your mind.

And learn how to fight in a way that will make a difference: on your knees, in prayer!

Let forgiveness flow, my friends.

Family video co-parenting

God bless us all!

Abortion or Divorce: Why I Chose to Walk with God

By: Jordyn Taylor| Jan. 31, 2019

You have more power than you realize. Don’t think, and don’t worry. If the time comes, you’ll know what to do. It’s in your blood.
HELEN TO VIOLET
– The Incredibles

Imagine, thinking everything in your life is falling into place.

You and your spouse are getting the hang of marriage and parenting.

Finally, you can afford to take the honeymoon you never took.

The holidays are near and you’ve just booked a family trip to spend time with your in-laws in Houston.

And, your family just killed it with Incredible costumes that left many asking: where’s Violet?

Clearly, we needed a girl to add to our Incredible unit!

The universe was talking to me. A baby girl was on the way!

The Incredible Deans

I believe another sign was given the following Sunday at church.

While we were checking Legend out of children’s church, a volunteer asked what we were going to name our daughter, as Legend is a big name follow. Instantly, I said: Legacy! Legend and Legacy.

Later that night, my husband and I spoke about the future and how awesome it would be to have a daughter named Legacy.

We knew she’d be a diva. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, we joked.

After a few laughs, we agreed it would be another 3-4 years before Legacy would join the family. Our hands were already full with Legend being a busy toddler.



After church at The Mosaic

I went to sleep that night smiling at the thought of having my own daughter one day. But, the future was already present.

Days later, I remember zooming into our Halloween photo and noticing a little pudge around my mid-section.

Hmm… I thought: I better scale back on the Halloween candy and cookies I bake for the family.

I was still breastfeeding, so I didn’t have a period.

But then I was hit with fatigue. Why am I so exhausted?

The following Sunday, I had a melt down after my father failed to notify me in advance that he would be in town. My father always does this; it shouldn’t have been a surprise. Still, I sobbed inconsolably. “Daddy, you don’t love me!” I cried over the phone.

My husband comforted me; he was probably thinking I was a crazy woman. Nonetheless, he held me through it.

Later, he and Legend surprised me with flowers before we all took off to meet my father for dinner. My husband was thoughtful like that – always trying to keep me smiling.

The universe kept throwing me signs.

My two piece jumper doesn’t fit? It was hugging in all the right places just a few weeks ago?!

Later that night I thought: what’s wrong with you girl, you’re emotional and gaining weight… Wait, am I pregnant?

After taking several pregnancy tests, I finally accepted the reality that baby number two was on her way.

My best friend and my mom were the first to know. It should’ve been my husband, but I knew it was bad timing and he’d freak out, like always.

He is a stressor. Always worried about finances and making it in Hollywood!

How am I supposed to study my lines for auditions with two babies running around? He contested.

Little did I know, he was already filming his new role, as Pepa’s boy toy in a reality show.


“Growing Up Hip Hop”

That explains the anger and the ugly ultimatum I received from him. After telling him about our surprise pregnancy, he instantly became distant.

It was selfish of me to keep our baby. Abortion, or divorce. Those were my two options.

Things between us grew cold after that. I told him to leave, and astonishingly he did!

Initially, I was devastated and cried all night. But slowly I felt relief.

At least now, I could enjoy my pregnancy and my growing one-year-old son without the negative energy that was looming in our home.

So, I redecorated, watched “War Room” read some Christian marriage books and built a prayer corner in our home.

I thought my husband was just scared. When things didn’t go his way, he’d sometimes threaten to throw in the towel. So, I figured it was another manly temper tantrum.

I was confident he’d come back to the family he loved so much.

Boy, was I wrong!

The man I married was gone.

Shortly after, Pepa decided to let the world know that my husband was her boyfriend on social media while I was 8 months pregnant.

After setting the record straight, I then decided to share my experience with other women and let them know why I chose to preserves my unborn baby’s life in this IG video. I was super pregnant!

Indeed, babies are blessings. But, love does not give ultimatums. Narcissists do!

If you’re in a relationship with someone who gives you ultimatums please understand they don’t love you the way you deserve. That’s not love. It’s control and manipulation.

It took me a while to realize all the ways I had been rearranged.

When you love someone, you want to do things to make them happy. However, it shouldn’t be at the expense of your own happiness.

Plus, a person who truly loves you won’t feel comfortable forcing you to do something you’re uncomfortable with.

True love makes things grow. Its patient, nurturing, and allows you to flourish.

Any love that drains us, or makes strict demands is not true love at all.

I didn’t realize how much I wasn’t loving myself until I got that ultimatum.

But, now more than ever, I knew I had to end my walk with my spouse and begin walking with God.

So, I went to church every Sunday, bible study every Tuesday and listened to Christian podcasts by Steven Furtick, Joel Osteen, Joyce Meyers, or TD Jakes every morning.

By surrounding myself in the word, I was able to walk through the fire and come out not smelling like smoke.

There were times when I questioned and doubted God. Still, I kept showing up in church because I wanted Him to show up in my crumbling life.

But, the Lord was always with me. I just needed to fully let go.

Letting go means standing still and letting your world – or a piece of it – crumble at your feet. It means saying, “I trust you Lord! Let your will be done.”

By releasing it all to God, I’ve learned the true meaning of joy.

Joy is a point of view.

It’s a focus, before it’s a feeling.

Joy comes to my life when I am focused on what God is doing in every moment.

At that time, God was gifting me with a baby girl, that’s where I needed to keep my focus.

If I wasn’t careful, I knew I would miss a wonderful experience.

Often times we miss our joy by looking around, or looking too far ahead. Or by scrolling through Instagram and Facebook looking at other people’s lives.

I want to encourage you to stay present!

Sometimes, I questioned God’s presence. Frustrated and humiliated, I asked, “Where are you?”

He was always present. I wasn’t.

Be present by appreciating the good things that are happening right now.

If you’re depressed, psychologists say, you’re overthinking the past. If you’re feeling anxious, you’re thinking too far in the future. And if you’re at peace, you’re living in the moment.

Tomorrow is never promised. Enjoy each day.

I try to exercise this mentality daily by controlling my thoughts and my focus. Replace negative thoughts with positive ones. And focus on all that is good.

No longer do I attach my joy to temporal pleasures, like my job or marriage. I tried that & nearly lost myself!

Today, my joy flows from who God is to me.

God is love!

And He gave me the privilege to have a daughter during one of the worst times in my life.

Having Legacy was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but I received something so wonderful in return: true love and strength.

Finally, I understood what is meant by the biblical saying: beauty for ashes. She is my living testimony!

Here’s what I’ve learned:

Unless you give God your ashes (your wounded parts) you don’t get the beauty!

We hold onto our ashes and wonder, “why doesn’t my life change? Where is His beauty?”

Well, where are your ashes?

If you keep holding onto them, He can’t give you His beauty.

My baby girl

Til this day I’m so grateful for the strength and courage God gave me to rock a solo pregnancy, and release the rest to God. I would do it again and again to have her with me.

P.S. Her father loves her.

And, were coparenting in the best way possible!

Every family has a story. This is a part of my testimony. May it help you through one of your trials.

Be blessed, my friends. Walk in love!

Divorcing While Pregnant: Tips of Happiness Through Heartbreak

By: Jordyn Taylor|January 24, 2019

Most mothers would agree, pregnancy is a huge contradiction. It’s both beautiful and frightening, especially if you’re going through the process alone.

That was my experience. Alone and pregnant, while caring for an 18-month-old.

Currently, my kids’ father and I are doing our best to co-parent and to re-establish a friendly relationship. I forgive him. But, I will never forget!

While I was busy being a mom, he was on bae-cation with Pepa.

Here’s a glimpse of what it was like for me, as a pregnant single mom, followed by tips on how to maintain your happiness while rocking a pregnancy solo!

Journal Entry, June 7, 2018:

Going through a divorce while pregnant is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to endure.

I’m 36 weeks pregnant and excited to finally meet my baby girl.

But, the joy I feel about her arrival gets bombarded by court dates, restraining orders, custody hearings, and family feuds days before her arrival.

I feel horrible that my daughter is about to enter a world so cold that her own father doesn’t respect her mother. He’s not even descent enough to keep his “celebrity” mistress and now girlfriend, Pepa, from my home during his visits with our one-year-old son.

It’s easy to say: move on.

I’m trying to do that, but it’s hard not to be hurt when you’re carrying a baby inside of you.

Our daughter, made in love, is now twisted up in a trashy reality show lie!

I know divorce is hard, but this is a new level of cold-heartedness I never imagined I would be receiving from the man I once called my king. My husband.

We didn’t have to end like this.

I often say: When it rains, let it rain!

But, I wasn’t ready for this storm.

Still, I put on a strong face for our son, my family, and friends. As they furiously watch the man I once held in high regard treat me like trash.

Meanwhile, I try to remain calm and confident, so our unborn daughter doesn’t feel my hurt… but my heart is broken.

Note to Legacy: it’s a cold world little princess. Trust no man, but God.

People will switch up on you, lie to you, and try to convince you that you’re wrong. Don’t be fooled, sweetheart. Know who you are.

I’m just praying my son grows up to be a Godly man with integrity and respect for women. Especially, for his wife.

That was written during my third trimester of pregnancy. Emotions were running high and I was filled with disappointment.

It was the little things that started to hurt, like not having a spouse around to drive me to prenatal visits.

I went to most of my check-ups alone.

Then one day I decided to bring my mom and son along. It turned out to be one of the best experiences.

Legend hears his sister’s heartbeat for the first time.

When I think about my pregnancy, this video is what comes to my mind. Which leads to my first tip of happiness through heartbreak:

1.) Build your support system. You’re not as alone as you may feel. My mom was elated when I asked her to join me on a prenatal visit.

Previously, I never considered inviting her because I was already receiving so much of my mother’s support that I didn’t want to inconvenience her, or burden my mom with anymore of my responsibilities. Plus, I kept telling myself: you’re a single mom now. You need to get used to doing everything on your own. I was wrong!

Your loved ones will feel honored to be a part of this journey. Remember, babies are blessings. Share this experience with family and friends.

2.) Reach out to other single moms who are happy and thriving.

They understand what you’re going through. They’ve been there and can offer the encouragement you need. This certainly helped ease some of my concerns about the future.

3.) Ask a friend or relative to act as your birthing partner, both for labor and throughout the pregnancy.

My cousin, Chanelle, became my “babies’ daddy.” She was my birthing partner and coached me through a NATURAL delivery. I still can’t believe I did that with no epidural!

Prior to that, Chanelle would often treat me to lunch and we’d get manicures and pedicure together – which leads to another major key:

4.) Self care!

Never give up on yourself.

No matter how I felt, I’d get up, apply a little make up, and dress up.

When you look nice, you often feel better.

And, if you add a daily dose of walking to your routine – you’ll feel even better.

Everyday we walked to the park or at the beach.

Exercise is good for your soul and baby.

5.) Finally, no matter how nasty your partner is treating you, take your eyes off him & put your focus on the Lord. I promise He is with you.

God won’t take your pain away, but He will give you the strength to get through it.

What you focus on, grows.

If you look for what’s wrong, that’s all you will see. Perspective is powerful. Change your vision.

Stay focused on the good things God is doing. For example, He’s entrusting you to be a mom!

What a beautiful blessing it is to be pregnant. There’s nothing that can compare to having a sweet baby that’s yours to raise and share a life with.

Some women are praying for what you have right now. Be grateful.

Glow Girl!


Fears of Being a Single Mom Kept Me in a Toxic Marriage. Why You Shouldn’t Ignore Signs of Infidelity

By: Jordyn Taylor | Jan. 16, 2019

I told myself and others that I would keep quiet about the reality series “Growing Up Botched”

… or “Growing Up Hip Hop”

And, I deleted some ugly truths from my Instagram page, as a means to heal and move on from the pains of my past.

But, since the demise of my family is currently being aired for entertainment purposes on WE TV, I find it only fitting to use this experience as a teachable lesson to other women and/or men.

GUHH Promo Clip

What I’ve learned from this experience is to ALWAYS trust my gut, no matter what.

Energies don’t lie. 

Don’t be a fool in love like me, ladies and gentlemen. READ THE SIGNS, or it will blow up in your face, on social media, or on TV!

For days, and sometimes weeks, we drove around in his mistress’s white Range Rover.

We even went on several “date nights” using her vehicle.

Of course I questioned why his “boss” was so generous with her luxurious SUV. It doesn’t matter what excuse he used… I went along with it. 

Not long after, there were gifts being delivered to our house (Designer wallets, an Apple Watch, etc) … thanks boss!

Next, Pepa was insistent on meeting me, just so I would feel more comfortable with their “working relationship” ya know?! 

So, we had dinner at Mastro’s in Beverly Hills for my birthday, followed by VIP service at an exclusive LA nightclub.

After months of being a housewife and a stay-at-home mom, I needed a wild night of fun, and had a blast!

So, I graciously thanked the two of them online for giving this “new mom” a well deserved hangover!

Despite the “turn up” that night, I remember feeling a strange energy, but I couldn’t tell if it was the patron shots or my intuition. So, I put on a lovely smile, rejecting my concerns & standing by my man. 

Plus, after several failed attempts to kiss me, in the night club, I was convinced that “P” wanted “The P” – meow!

She was so affectionate. We held hands a few times and she kept rubbing all over me in the car, and in the club. (Sorry guys, there was no threesome, I’ve never been with a woman, and I’m not attracted to women.)

Video of me and Pepa

But, while in the car, I remember her hair and makeup artist, Troy, saying: what kind of sister wives sh*t is this? Are you going to have him and his wife?  

Huge red flag, but of course I disregarded his remarks, and blamed it all on the liquor. 

Then, there were all the business trips and awkward phone calls where she’d say: tell Jordyn I said hi! 🙄 And my deceitful husband saying, “P. really likes you, babe.”

I remember on Halloween, she called repeatedly to see what we were doing. Annoyed, I thought: we’re trick or treating with our son – like most families. Now, go get a bowl, you old witch, pass out candy to the kids… and leave my family alone! 

But the hubby defended her lonely calls – explaining that she was new to LA, didn’t have any friends & just wanted to hangout with “us”

One night, there was a text message that read: I wish you were here! 

Again, I chose to believe my hardworking husband. She was talking about him “being there” as her security guard. Silly me for thinking otherwise! 

I even accepted their narrative that she was his mentor, or like he said “an aunt” to him.

A blind man could see these were lies, yet I chose not to!

And, I can’t forget the epic request for Auntie Sandra to be our daughter’s god mother!

Our gender reveal

One evening our toddler found a wad of cash in daddy’s lunch bag.

“Where’d we get so much money honey?”

But, instead of answering the question, I was accused of snooping around. This is why he couldn’t trust me!

Deflection is sign of infidelity. It’s a tactic nearly every cheater uses. I knew this, yet still chose to stay.

Here’s the lesson: 

Don’t fight so hard to keep your family together that you close your eyes to the truth. I know walking away from your marriage/relationship is scary, especially when children are involved.

But, “til death do us part” does not mean your spouse gets to take advantage of you.

It took me a while to accept this, and to accept the fact that the family we were building was over!

I was so in love. And desperately wanted my son and daughter to have a two parent home. A family with one shared last name and united by love and happy memories together.

Family memories

But, regardless of how you imagine your life, or how “picture perfect” your family may look, it’s imperative to love yourself more. Leave if things don’t feel right, and if your partner breaks his/her commitment to the relationship. 

I feared being a single mom! That had me stuck on stupid.

But, what I once feared is now making me stronger than ever! I’m evolving as a woman, and I’m so grateful to be free from all the lies.

Single mom strong

Most importantly, I’m motivated to be a good role model for my daughter. She will grow up knowing her worth and honoring herself because her mommy is doing it now!

Super Blessed

It’s essential to be clear about who you are as a woman, before you can be a wife, a mother, a sister, or a even a good friend.

We teach people how to treat us when we decide to stay or leave.

And, while searching for answers and trying to heal from the destruction of my family, I learned that we are not seeking love when we stay in an unfaithful or unhealthy relationship, we’re seeking acceptance & validation.

If this is you, do what I did and get to the core of why you’re seeking someone’s approval! Walk away from anyone who dishonors you in any relationship.

I take full responsibility for the role I played in the downfall of my marriage. More than ever, I now know the importance of using my gut as my guide. 

I’m loving myself more by setting firmer boundaries & I’m no longer making excuses for people who hurt me. (I.e. he has trust issues, he was abused, he’s been hurt in the past.)

Take those love shades off and see people for who they are. There’s no excuse for being mistreated.

If I had loved myself more, my family would have never been on “The Wendy Williams Show” with the host mocking Salt N Pepa’s throwback song, “I’ll take yo man!” 

Wendy Williams video clip

I’m not sure if either of us were born during that era, or during Pepa’s “golden years.” But, I do know she didn’t take my man. She bought him – for about the same amount that she probably paid for her “bonus booty” and chemical peels.

It’s too bad we can’t buy wisdom with age!

Be blessed my friends. 

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