Women Who Think Too Much, by Jeanne Marie

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A wake-up call for women who are sleep-walking through their lives,
accepting emotional, verbal or physical abuse.

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Women Who Think Too Much Reviews

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Women Who Think Too Much, A No Help At All Handbook
by Jeanne Marie

Reviews

A Review From My Son
As I am writing this I am crying, not because I am sad, but because of how proud I am of you for following your dream…
I was glad a man gave you a review so heartfelt, but he is naive to think that his circle of friends contains no “Women Who Think Too Much,” because I feel that your book described every relationship ever, whether behind closed doors or people who are brutally honest and act this way in public…but either way, great review.
I didn’t cry until I scrolled down and saw the many, many other reviews from dozens of people your book has helped and impacted in a positive way.
You told your story, and you made his story…
I hope someday I can follow you and follow my dreams instead of chasing dollars and make a positive impact on people while doing it.
I say every day how thankful I am to be blessed with the genes of my parents, my mom’s creativity and my dad’s tough as nails, never say die work ethic.
You two bred me to be great and someday I hope to live up to my full potential, as you have with the writing of this book.
You are an inspiration, mamma.
I hope this letter finds you in good spirits and know your in my heart and mind every day.
Your son,
Richard McClellan Jr.

Wow by Yahsoldz
Great book but you have to have a strong mind and a strong sense of dark humor to get it. Thank you for the crash course the book kept to the point.

WOMEN WHO THINK TOO MUCH by suzyqmtngurl
As I read through this book I kept constantly seeing myself but also saying, “at least I didn’t have it that bad!” But in the end the truth hits and I sobbed. What a great short read!

Anonymous Review Barnes & Noble
For anyone who even thinks for one second that they are in a codependent relationship or are just trying to avoid ending up in one, please, I urge you to read this book. Dark humor reigns throughout, but so do vital lessons about what to expect in codependent relationships. The author takes us through her pain in order to help the next victim of a codependent life… And yes, I do mean the word VICTIM. The victim is never to blame for some jerk’s destructive behavior. Coming from someone who has said “enough’s enough,” I know life and self-esteem are possible to have. I thank God Himself for His help. I really don’t know what I could have done or who I’d still be right now without Him, and that’s the truth.

Review by Nicole
Hello, I just wanted to tell you I have just finished and read the 12 slips book, I couldn’t put it down. It has been downloaded for a while and just got the chance to read it not knowing what was inside! Coming from a 27-year-old female just almost a year of being out of a 4-year abusive relationship, this book meant so much to me. I never realized that I was codependent and that has carried throughout all my relationships and is being carried with me into the future. Until today, I realized that I need to let go of that and become dependent on my self! Thank you for writing this book, I hope that many other women who are in terrible situations may stumble upon this book and take something from it. I will be recommending this book. Nicole

Review by Orina
December 28
I just read your book! I laughed so hard all the way through I almost had to resort to Pampers! But I made it through.
This is the story of my life with my Husband (Deceased now, God rest his soul). I was going to write a book called Codependent and Loving It.
What is funny now is I am a burned out codependent. I don’t give a crap about anyone but myself and my Little Dog, Dolly.
Let me know if you write another comedy. I live to laugh! Thank You for this book! HILARIOUS!
Orina

Review by Natalie
I went and read WWTTM earlier today, I had no idea that anyone had to endure such awful demands from a spouse or boyfriend. Bless your heart. I’m so glad you are no longer having to endure such abuse and ridicule. I’m sure it still seems very real to you. It was and that will never change, but you don’t have to go there again! I pray the Lord comfort you and grant you peace when the bad memories come back to haunt you.
Oh, I agree with the review that says this should be required reading for high school students. As an ex-high school teacher, I agree wholeheartedly! Love and hugs, N 🙂
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Review by Michelle Marie
Wonderful book! I recommend Women Who Think Too Much, I am a woman who thinks too much. I love this author and her style of writing. I think she has so many wonderful insights and also I found myself laughing because I identify with this book so much. I know you will love it too!
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Review by Jenn on Aug. 08, 2014 FIVE STARS
This book should be required reading as part of the high school curriculum. I made a couple of these “slips” early on, but thankfully avoided the worst of it thanks to some very strong and frank women in my life. However, I’ve had many friends who have had to learn the hard way–or never learned, and it’s heartbreaking to watch and so unnecessary.
Thank you, Jeanne, for the very straightforward advice and important reminder for all of us. Speaking of that, I think I need to go pad my “ILFU” fund…. 😉

Review by Michael:
Just finished reading your book, Women Who Think Too Much.
Structurally, I found the book spot on. That’s a compliment to both your writing and your editors. The reading flowed very smoothly.
Content-wise, it was incredibly poignant.
It was heart wrenching to think you went through all that, and to think so many others live like that. I truly was not aware of the intricacies of what goes on behind closed doors in those types of relationships.
I confess that I know of no woman in my circle of friends who lives in those conditions today. I’m not sure if that’s a credit to my choice in friends or the strength and kindness of the people I know.
However, a long time ago (my senior year in high school), I dated a young lady fresh out of a bad relationship that, I can only guess (through rumors at the time), was a lot like what she described.
We dated for almost a year when she abruptly broke it off. After repeatedly asking her why, she reluctantly told me she was going back to her previous boyfriend. From what I knew of her old relationship with this guy, I knew it was very abusive.
I chanced upon her several months after our breakup. When I approached her, she was trying to conceal her black eye behind dark sunglasses. But she assured me she was doing fine.
Years later we met again. She had finally called it quits with him, but not before having two of his children.
So, in an indirect and very personal way, I was exposed to codependency and its abuse.
It truly breaks my heart to hear of situations like this, what you write about. It’s horrific. But I know there are men out there who behave like that. And the cost to women (and the children) is incalculable.
I will never understand how we humans can be so cruel to one another.
You have done a great job with this book. It’s a needed eye-opener, I guess not only just for women, but certainly (and especially) for us men as well.

Jeanne Marie —You are an incredibly strong woman. I know the past was difficult, hard, unbearable and about twenty other adjectives, but that’s your past now. You’re in a much better place today.Thank you for opening my eyes to this subject. And for inviting me into your life, if just from a spectator’s seat.
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Review From Anonymous Survivor: Jeanne, just finished your book. Wow. I lived that life for too many years. I’m still processing what it felt like to go back in time with the words you wrote. I have tried to track my tormentor/ex-husband for all these years and never found him. I have always  looked over my shoulder, afraid he would find me first. About a month ago I found his obituary. I never thought I could be relieved by a person’s death. I was, and am. I hope your book acts as a reality check and motivator for women in the thick of codependency. I think this is a much needed book. Should be in every women’s shelter across the country.
Thank you!

Review By S K Nicholls:
This month is National Domestic Violence Awareness month and I am reading a few books this month that focus on this troubling issue in different ways.  Today I am giving a book review on one of these.
Jeanne Marie taunts her book as “A No Help At All Handbook” and it is with this degree of sarcasm that she presents her case.  Domestic violence is a very serious issue affecting more people in America than the statistics can begin to show.  Jeanne Marie does an excellent job aiding women to identify themselves as being in a dysfunctional relationship and what to do (or not to do) about it with her “Twelve Slips”, a spoof off of the Twelve Steps programs.  While the small book with big ideas uses a rather comical approach to getting women to loosen up and look seriously at their own behaviors, as well as the behaviors of others, the highly qualified author also emphasizes the importance of recognizing where you may be going wrong and where you can go right.  I would highly recommend this book to anyone who even suspects that they might be in a dysfunctional relationship. Even if you are not, you will be entertained, and maybe learn something you can use to help another individual less fortunate.  It is both moving and inspirational.  It is a brief book, an easy read, and quite affordable as it is FREE right now at smashwords.  Download and read a copy today.  This is easily a five star book.
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Review by Ishaiya
Wonderful! Downloaded. Thank you,  Jeanne-Marie. I love your writing style, it’s beautifully poetic, thought inspiring and moving. You have a wonderful sense of humor too!  I shall be sure to spread the word. Have a great week!
Ishaiya
http://ishaiyafreshlysqueezed.com/ 

Review By Eleanor:
This book throws a funny bone at the heart of dysfunctional relationships and hits you right between the eyes.
Dark humor drives this soul-bearing and sobering narrative, but Jeanne Marie lets it fly without losing the gravity of her subject. Beneath the often laugh-out-loud comedy, Marie’s honesty and vulnerability entice you to notice jarringly familiar experiences that exist in your own life. Her words echo unforgettably, resonating into your everyday life, making it impossible to ignore the empowering mirror she has created for anyone who has ever been… is currently… or wants to be… in a relationship.
It amazes me that such a short and fun book is powerful enough to change your life. A must-read for everyone, particularly women and teens!
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Review By Maggie Thom:
“Wow. I don’t know where to even start with this but I can tell you that although it is a tough read, it is a must. Women Who Think Too Much is raw and will punch you in the solar plexus. When I started reading it, no I hadn’t read the blurb about it, I thought it was going to talk about how women are so hard on themselves. Which it did, sort of but it’s really one woman’s journey through co-dependency and abuse and her wish to wake up other women who might be living this kind of life or headed for it.
Jeanne Marie shares her journey through co-dependency and abuse but she does it in a unique way, she calls it the 12 slip step to co-dependency, where she uses dark humor for a dark subject. I think that if she’d just shared her journey, I would have felt awful for her but I don’t think I’d have looked at my life quite so closely. It’s interesting because she talks a lot about all the ways and things she did to avoid looking at her own life for a long time. I think it is brilliantly written. It’s only about sixty pages but it is by no means a quick read.
Try catching your breath after you’ve read it because you won’t while you’re reading it. It’s the elephant in the room that no one talks about, no one shares. I guarantee this book will wake you up like none other. Or at least it should.”
Maggie Thom’s Books! https://www.smashwords.com/books/search?query=maggie+thom

Eleanor wrote:
“Those damn rose-colored glasses can create such a shady false light that we don’t even recognize the blindfold covering the eyes on the image staring back at us in the mirror. Your book, Women Who Think Too Much, shines a bright light of humor on serious issues. In all that laughter is the courage to put fear where it belongs. Instead of staying afraid to take off the rose-colored glasses, the impulse to keep them on becomes terrifying. (Your mom’s poem is evidence that her sense of humor was a guiding force to a way out of the dysfunctional cycle.)
I’ve read your book…more than once. Instead of congratulatory gratitude (which you absolutely deserve), Jeanne Marie, I give you a big, brave and hearty HEE HA HA YEEHAH! as I stomp my own pair of rose-colored glasses.”
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Artist and Publisher of the Wildersoul Colouring Book wrote:
“I like the ‘how not to’ approach, which has a humorous angle, and yet it touches so very deeply.”

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She wrote: “Already downloaded the book and read it! It’s a great read, informative with humor. Highly recommend it and best part it’s only $1.99!
To Jeanne Marie, “I thought it was great. It took a topic that has been traditionally addressed as you are doing this wrong and this and this and you need to do this. The form in which you wrote your book gave most of the same information but in a humorous way that is less authoritarian but still has the insight.”

Review by: Joyce on April 25, 2013 : FIVE STAR
A must-read for women with Borderline Personality Disorder. Many of us have co-dependency issues. Maybe you can recognize yourself in this book and get the help you need. If you have no sense of your own identity, you need to find out who you are. Jeanne Marie helps you become aware, through her humor, what you’re lacking to become your own person, worthy of not needing someone who controls you.

Review by: Richard on Feb. 23, 2013 : FIVE STAR
I had bought this book for my fiancée, but we ended up reading it together. I really enjoyed it, I laughed out loud.. a lot. Winced in pain like when you hit your knee a few times, I mean I am a man and I am guilty of a lot of the same things in this book…like this one “Classic”!
“Why are the lights on in here? Do you want me to shut them off for you?
Why aren’t there any lights on in here? It’s so dark in here.”
All in all, I just wanted to say it was good to see how a man’s behavior can affect a woman, and after reading this book, I think I can try a little harder to be more considerate.

Review by: Dan on Feb. 23, 2013 FIVE STAR
Take your time when you read through this…then read it again.
A fan of cinema verite? Good thing. Hang on. Jeanne Marie compels you to look in to the mirror and ask yourself if you recognize this wounded gender.
This is not simply a woman’s cautionary tale.
Pull your son away from “Call of Duty”, put a porn blocker on his computer and force him to listen to her story.

Review by: Cherie on Feb 22, 2013 : FIVE STAR
A must read for women of all ages…timely and also timeless lessons for women from every walk of life..it will touch you in ways that you never dreamed of and may even (hopefully) alter the course of your life..and ladies..it’s NEVER too late!

We See PINK~Life is much Happier~When You LOOK for the HAPPY

Thinkingpinkx2 tonight…

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photo by Jeanne Marie/art by MichelleMarie photo by Jeanne Marie/art by MichelleMarie

Life is much happier
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When You LOOK for the HAPPY

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LOOK for the sunshine

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LOOK for the good things

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LOOK for the peace

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LOOK for the AWESOME YOU

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I SEE YOUR AWESOMENESS

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Let’s be HAPPY TOGETHER

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The Fire

Pen to paper

I am the fire
I am the stone
Searing flesh
And charring bone
Choking smoke
Aching tears
Evaporate
Extinguish fears
Steam rising
Power fierce
A mother’s sword
The world to pierce
I am the fury
Knuckles crack
Skin full of scars
Rippling back
Flaming arrow
Archers hold
Roaring blaze
Green eyes bold
Let fly the wind
Lightning flash
Berserker charge
Shields clash
If I need it
I will build it
My cup is full
For I have filled it
I am the soldier
Upon the field
I am the blade
To me, all yield
I am the fortress
All I desire
Black as night
I am the fire

About me:  Ekadevi is a single mother, raising a radiant ‘little flame’ and living a simple country life in Australia. She enjoys writing poetry about the wisdom that grows from facing life’s challenges.

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The Hobby Horse I Ride (Billy Collins, too!)

Elizabeth Gauffreau

When I was in graduate school, there were two types of people in the English Department: Lit People and Writing People. The Lit People breathed the rarefied air of theory, while the Writing People were pretty much viewed as the idiot savants of the department:

Awww, isn’t that sweet. You wrote a lit-tle po-em. Bless your heart. Now, step aside while I tell you what it REALLY means and why, in point of fact, you felt compelled to write it. No, better yet, I shall deconstruct it into meaninglessness. And if that is not enough to send you sniveling back to your misbegotten scribblings, I shall prove that your poem does not even EXIST until I read it!

All right, I may be exaggerating just a wee bit.

However, I do believe that poetry is meant to be experienced, not used as an exercise in sociocultural and phenomenological theorizing.  Interpretation…

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PINK~Cotton Candy

Feels like a good night for pink cotton candy to me.💗💗💗

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Cotton candy
PINK~Cotton Candy
reminds me when I was 6 my baby sister was just born and my Momma took my brother and I the country fair. It started to rain and there my Momma stood with my brand new baby sister, under the covered pavilion, holding PINK~Cotton Candy and she was smiling. My Momma never smiled much, but when I see PINK~Cotton Candy I think of that day, in the rain, My Momma smiled and the taste of that PINK~Cotton Candy tasted like love to me.
I’m smiling just thinking of it!

Does this bring back memories for you too?

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Momma I met a boy…

I love this one from my thinkingpinkx2@wordpress.com partner, Michelle Marie.

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Momma I met a boy
he’s so cute and sweet
and if you wait till summer
I think you will meet
the boy of my dreams
cause Momma
he makes me feel safe
he laughs at all my jokes
but mostly Momma
he holds me when I cry
he steals kisses
like sugar candy
in the sun
he warms my heart
he’s so much fun
but mostly Momma
he asks baby girl
how do you feel
just like you do
he takes care of me
like you do Momma
Oh Momma
I met a boy

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A Note From Grace (My Mom)

Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie

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A NOTE FROM GRACE (My Mom)
When my children were growing up and got into their “teenage problem” years, I’d become exasperated with them. I’d think, “They’re just like their father!”
Then, one day the light dawned on me, (Marblehead) because after taking a hard, honest look at myself, I realized; they were just like me. The me I had suppressed and hidden deep inside, where no one else could see. I was as wild and rebellious as they, but I had put up a shield of adult perfection, striving to become the perfect mother that everyone expected me to be.
I have now learned that I need to let this child in me come out to play, or the adult becomes a cold hard shell. I must confess, now that I’m older, I have to do this through my books, and old TV movies.
My mind wants to run…

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All Poetry Contest.

Lucy's Works and Co

Hello everyone.

I am currently hosting a contest through All Poetry, and it is centered around writing poetry inspired by Wallace Stevens. This is the first poetry contest I am doing through there and if anyone would like to participate, you must submit your entry through All Poetry.

The contest ends on December 3rd, 2020 where I will then judge the pieces received. You can read more about it here, if you would like. You can write in any style you want, there are no restrictions. Further more, please nothing discriminatory, sexist, or racist–your piece will not be accepted if that is the case.

A minimum of 20 lines is allowed (but I’m not strict on this part of the rule). Maximum is the sky. Prose and prose-poetry will also be accepted.

Profanity is allowed, just label your piece under the “Adult” tag. Your piece must be related…

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Making Changes

Source of Inspiration

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What will it take
to make you see your’re
at the edge right now?
Like an angry bull
you kick and buck
never seeing that
what you’re doing
makes things worse.

There are times in our lives
when we must stop
this forward crash course
we’ve set, and think
about what we can
do instead. Too often
we blame others, even God
unwilling to see what role
we play, always
the victim to the end.

Start by being quiet
still, in expectation.
Think of one thing
you can change to turn
the situation around.
Each time you do this
you take control of your life
creating it as you wish it to be.

Take time each day
to go within, to ask for
guidance, to be grateful
for what you have.
In time, you will find
a better way
to live a life
of serenity.

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I Won’t Grow Up!

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Source of Inspiration

Looking under mushrooms
Gazing at the stars
Twirling spaghetti strands
Flying on dragons
I am a 70-year-old Peter Pat
who still knows that a child’s
world has more reality than
that occupied by adults.

Hey! Where’s Tinkerbell?

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Lost To Sleep

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Sleep eats my hours
Devours my moments
I awaken to find 
Years and years 
Were sacrificed
Lost to sleep.
Lost in a fog
Of numbness
I hide myself 
Inside each day
Veiled by darkness
I embrace each night.

Devotional Battlegrounds

Heartstring Eulogies

“Surviving isn’t just about
learning its price and paying for it.
It’s about fighting through it,
even when all hope is lost.”

Maybe the most interesting part about us is how devoted we are to each other. Not because we aren’t kindred spirits with hearts that still know how to bleed and fill up with a limitless supply of love. But like we were forged on the ground of a battlefield, still simmering with smoke and the coppery scent of blood lingering in the air. And I suppose in some ways, that’s exactly what happened. We learned to fight for our lives when we were supposed to be children, laughing and playing beneath the sunlight. We learned the price of survival early. It wasn’t pretty. Surviving never is. But a little agony is worth it if it means we will pull through. And that is what keeps me going.

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Still Beating

I love Sarah’s writing.❤https://thesarahdoughty.wordpress.com/2020/10/28/still-beating-2/

Heartstring Eulogies

“I still feel you in my heart.
And I know, my heart still beats for you.”

Maybe, when we are finally
beneath the same moon,
the cards will change
in our favor.
Maybe, when the timing
is right, we’ll find our way
back to one another.
And maybe. Just maybe,
when we move beyond
this life, we will still
find each other.
But most of all, for now,
I just wish your life
is filled with happiness
in my absence.
Because even on the
blackest of nights,
I still feel you in my heart.
And I know, my heart
still beats for you.

Maybe it’s the maybes
that are eating me alive.

© Sarah Doughty
2019

Perhaps one day,
this wall between us
will crumble beneath
its foundation.

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Whispers

Michelle Marie paints broad strokes of mama love with her words and her art. Her art, poetry, words and photos are incredibly moving. She always grabs my heart and her pictures evoke a rainbow of emotions.
https://tellmeaboutit.co/2020/10/02/whispers/

Tell Me About It

Childhood is but a whisper…then comes the living. I wanted you to know I’m here cheering you on. 💕 Whispering prayers, I hope you feel them. 💕

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Darkness Swallowed Me Whole and Spit Me Back Out Again

The Bipolar Writer Mental Health Blog

September is National Suicide Prevention Awareness Month

I will be writing a post a day about suicide prevention and awareness on my blog

My Loud Bipolar Whispers

for my campaign

Remember in September.

Prevent Suicide Yesterday.

Today May Be Too Late.

This is a post on my blog describing the meaning behind the title of my campaign.

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Darkness Swallowed Me Whole and Spit Me Back Out Again 

Because I started researching information about suicide prevention awareness and looking at old posts I wrote, it awakened thoughts and feelings of the past causing me to become more in touch with my past emotions and feelings of depression and severe mental illness pain.

Those feelings will always be a part of me. I will never forget what I have survived over many years of my life. This is not a bad thing, but is a blessing instead. It is always a…

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Bewildered: Gray Walls with Boxes

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Gray Walls with Boxes

Once I knew words that fit together.
Now my mind still has the answers,
but rarely lets me in to find them.

People who seem to know me
bring pizza in a box
and we eat it in front of another box I’ve forgotten the name for––
a small world with other people moving in it that I don’t know.
Sometimes words appear in a ribbon on the bottom edge of that box
and I wonder if I understood them
if they ‘d tell me what I’m supposed to do.

On the walls are other flat boxes
with people frozen in them
and I think it is my fault.
There is something I am supposed to be doing.
There is something I am supposed to be doing.
“They are your pictures, Mother.
They’re there for decoration—
for you to enjoy,”
a woman tells me
when I…

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