Kath
Sometime during puberty I developed the ability to know what I want,
without reservation. I excelled in Math and Science and resigned myself (ha!) to
never finding a male life partner due to my nerdiness. This ended up premature,
but I couldn't see myself dumbing down for a guy.
I went to college 1000 miles from home, to a school that pushed me to the
limits of my abilities, and never once regretted it. I met a guy and fell madly
in love, and have gladly spent the last 12 years with him. I had a tubal
ligation at 24, because I knew kids weren't for me and I wasn't going to change
my mind. Lots of bullshit was thrown my way regarding these choices, but I knew
they were the right choices for me and didn't care about comments rooted in fear
rather than wisdom.
Last year really clinched it for me, though. I spent my 20s thinking I was
a Heartless Bitch, but now in my 30s I know I'm one. At the age of 30, I was the
general contractor in charge for remodeling my house: gutted, down to the studs.
I vetted the subcontractors (chewing out the sleazy ones), enforced deadlines,
and watched the budget. My attitude shifted from polite to hardassed as the
situation demanded. Most men in the construction trade aren't used to dealing
with women in power, so it was a "learning experience" all the way
around.
Being uncompromising in my needs finally crystallized into one huge,
perfect project, and I have 2000 square feet of physical proof that being a
Heartless Bitch gets you what you need, as well as what you want. And I have a
constant reminder to never backslide into weakness. I'm not as vehement as I was
in my 20s, but who needs bluster when you know what you're capable
of?
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