Jennifer
The first time I realized that I was a Bitch was when I realized I
was six inches taller than everyone on my fourth grade class. I had spent my
entire elementary school life being picked on and ridiculed until I understood
that I could stomp each one of those kids into the pavement on the playground.
After that it was all uphill.
My fiance left me for another woman and instead of crying and eating a pint
of ice cream, I went skydiving.
My high school counselor said I shouldn't bother with college because I was
a business curriculum student - I graduated with a 4.0 GPA and I'm currently a
co-owner of a small screen printing business.
My mother told me that I would never find a good man because I don't know
when to keep my opinions to myself - I told her if he wanted a woman that is
seen and not heard, he could buy a blow-up doll.
If someone hates me for what I am, I'd rather have it that way than have
them love me for something that I am not. I am a strong, beautiful, enabled
woman that will let no one stand between me and my happiness. If that makes me a
Bitch, so be it.
Country: United States
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