I have been a Heartless Bitch all of my life. I'm 42 and I
have 3 marriages under my belt.
In addition, I have 2 beautiful and very liberated children
(my daughter-in-law thanks me). My son is a true conservative who
happens to believe that women are the equal of men.
He should. I raised him when I finally decided at the ripe old
age of 20 that marriage to an emotional child had lost its charm.
Why am I a Bitch? Hmmm...
I expect all individuals to carry their own weight.
I don't believe in maiming the strong to protect the weak.
If I find that I have made a vast mistake, like a mismatched marriage,
and NOTHING will mend the rift, I move on -- painfully, but forward.
I want to know that all of my achievements are based on my abilities.
My grandmother told me when I was 6 years old; Beauty fades, a mind will carry you to the heights,
whatever height you aspire to reach. She has not been proven wrong.
I am a Heartless Bitch because I am strong, and women of strength have
always been misunderstood.
We frighten those of both genders who are weak.
I resent the men of my office assuming I need guidance now that
my husband is dead.
I resent the women in my office who don't understand how I
could not be grateful for the kindness of these men, who cannot believe
I could be "up to the task of recovery and managing my own affairs."
I am grateful for this page. It makes me smile.
It also makes me feel less alone. I know there are women facing lonely
nights, difficult job situations, and dating-what a transition-and
doing ok.
Go Heartless Bitches. We understand each other.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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