Dr.
I spent the better part of a lifetime searching for romance and non-dysfunctional male companionship. I feel I got my hands around the beast when I went Heartless. (My definition may not be yours exactly, but I certainly relate to the inanities of "modern" life as an educated woman in uncivilization, and I cringe at suffering fools.)
What I mean by Heartless is that I've rewritten "the rules" in my personal book. I know what I want -- which isn't necessarily nice or fair to him, but I've learned to negotiate. I want him to live my way as much as I can get. I won't stop at a halfway compromise if I've got the leverage to take the whole pot -- and he's usually better off for it anyway.
Finally, and most important to me, I taught my "rules" (actually more of an evolving relationship model for romantic, dating and mating behavior) to my children, male and female, and they are also better off -- although I do have concerns that if my son married or took up with a woman like my daughter, he could be eaten alive. By demons.
I'll save the complete primer for another day. Maybe I'll write a book.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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