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I wasn’t born a Heartless Bitch. I had to learn the hard way. Let’s face it, my parents gave me a stripper name. It was either get tough or get a pole.
So here’s what I have learned along the way… a Heartless Bitch is not a Cruel Asshole. Most people don’t know the difference. When I am a HB, I am in control of my own life, and I am a better person for it. I am more intentional, more focused, more driven. I don’t let obstacles deter me, and I don’t let haters get in my way, even if I love them. A Cruel Asshole is the one throwing down obstacles and hating those who learned how to hurdle.
When I am a HB, I am a better role model for my children. My daughter will learn what she should expect from herself and from the future men in her life. My son will learn how to treat women with dignity and love them for their strength as much as for their charisma.
When I am a HB, I can do more, with less, and find more value in it. I don’t need the man to run my schedule, my bank account or my head. He may never understand this, but either he gets it or he doesn’t. I am not responsible for his choices. And I don’t want him responsible for mine. I will make mistakes, but they won’t kill me. I wish I could say the same about him.
So here I am, out in the world again, a reborn HB. Come and get me, World. I don’t think you know what you are up against here.
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