Shannon
I'm an independent, sexy, hardworking mother of a 16 year old boy who has learned not to respect a girl for her tiara or her empty cheerleader bloomers, but her strong mind and her direction. I often embrace the weak friends, the ones at 35 who still call themselves "Princesses." It's almost a sick charity because I feel the need to Bitch slap them into real life. Sure it's cute to be a princess at 12 0r 13, but 30? Please. If you want to be royalty be an Ambassador, an Inspector General, the King himself, but please don't roll over like a dead prom queen and call yourself a "princess."
I'm a detective for a local law enforcement agency which I have done for 10 years. I consider myself attractive and feel no need to look or act manly to get my job done. If I want to get my nails done and wear mascara, then so be it, I can still do my job as good if not better then any Dick with a dick.
I cook and clean every night, with the help of my son, despite my long work hours. I have been married twice and remain friend with both ex-husbands. I have no time for hate or grudges. Life's too short to be miserable, but it's also too short to be miserable, discounted, or ignored. I won't pick a man's clothes up off the floor, feed his dogs, or beg his forgiveness.
I have an odd theory in life, if you lay on your back and have a child, expect to raise it by yourself. Don't stand in some courtroom Bitching about alimony this and child support that. We've raised our daughters to believe they are "entitled" to money via birth canal. Get up off your ass. Go back to school. Get a job. And stop getting your welfare check from a man who continues to run YOUR life by his account. This might be an uncommon opinion, but it works.
Country: United States
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