Christine
Oh I'm a Heartless Bitch all right. Just ask any of my family
members, or my ex husband's friends and family. I dared to leave a
marriage where I didn't even get put on the title to the house (went behind my
back to fill them out). Any kind of verbal and emotional mind fucking was
just fine with him. Naturally I dished it back, and even built upon
it. My Bitch-independence-fuck-you quota skyrocketed, and I left his
sorryness and have move on to my OWN life now.
Whatever I do now, I do it for the best that I've got, with the best that
I've got, and keep moving forward. And it's funny, because once I was
called a Heartless Bitch, my first thought was, "oh, you're goddamned right,
buddy." It was a beautiful moment. Now I've got the "Kiss my ass"
mantra down cold. It's a beautiful thing.
Oh, don't think that I only "became" one because of an unpleasant
relationship. I've always stood up under the Heartless Bitchy Banner,
refusing to kowtow to party lines, and pathologies and neuroses that are in
vogue. By god, my neuroses are my own, and I'm damn proud of them!
I'm tough, I'm resilient, I'm brilliant and educated, and my Bitchiness is
Heartless but my mommy-hood isn't. Luckily I've got two little boys
(neither of whom is school age) and it's a kick, knowing I'm helping shape these
boys' views on women and action. Heartless Bitchiness comes in a lot of
forms, and I march it in those pointless "mothering face-offs," in creating new
relationships (or choosing NOT to create those relationships) with gentlemen, as
well as realizing that to be a Heartless Bitch is kind of a catch22. I'm
personally capable of rip-roaring Heartless Bitchiness because of my kick ass
ability to empathize and care. It's a goddamned paradox!!
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