Sedna
Dear Heartless Bitches,
Ever since I found your site I have visited it every day and with great
results - I feel much better. I must admit I am a Heartless Bitch in recovery but
I can state I have been a Heartless Bitch most of my life. I just went through
an early midlife crisis called "wrong marriage".
My case:
- I was a Heartless Bitch around my puberty years when they called me:
dyke, lesbo (Dutch for nasty lesbian) or even feminist (yes even in the
seventies a nickname and a curse) before, during or after school discussions.
- I was one when given my bachelors degree in art all ten male teachers
jokingly complained of my aggressive yet high quality discussions.
- I sure was one when I was known in art academy to be the only student
making a male teacher walk out on a discussion desperate and crying instead of
the other way around (and apologizing to me in my studio three years later for
abusive attitude and language).
- I stayed a Heartless Bitch during those solo years working in my
studio.
But then, yes Lady Bitches I will have to admit it here... I lost it.
Somewhere along life's lane I wanted kids (fair enough) and wanted to be loved
(ugh), I sold out.
I ended depressed and overworked; a secretary (paid), cook, cleaner,
caretaker, office manager, organizer, babysitter and the rest of the normal
unpaid housewife requirements. I did a lot of bending and not only to pick up
socks. And I suffered a longer sex deprivation period during marriage then I've
ever experienced being single.
The good news is: I woke up. I'm a divorced single mom teaching art.
I know I'm on the right track back since the day my art students signed a
complain letter to the head of the department. I had let them all fail because I
was sick and tired of their endless excuses not having to come up with some
creative work (my kittens are sick, my boyfriend has the flu, I broke up, I'm
moving in, I'm moving out, etc.).
I know I'm doing fine when male students irritably tell me feminist
topics are old fashioned.
I know I'm doing great because my five year old daughter said to me the
other day: "Mom I don't want to be a princess any more. I want to be a peasant
girl because I like to work. I don't want to sit inside all day, I really
like to work and I want to be outside working."
I rest my case.
Country: Netherlands
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