Taught by momma that I don't need anybody to do for me but me. I don't need a man to change my oil, mow my lawn, take out the trash, or help me make decisions out in the "big bad world". It's not man bashing, it's fact baby.

One could consider me heartless because I do not offer pity. If you need a kind ear or a boost of self-confidence, or loyal support, come to me. If you want to whine, complain, sob-story-feel-sorry-for-yourself, take it to Jerry Springer and at least get a free hotel stay in Chicago. I don't spend countless hours complaining about things that happen to me, I either resolve the problem or kick it to the curb and move the hell on.

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