Maureen
I never considered myself a bitch. Especially not a heartless one, for several reasons, one of them being that such an amputation is somewhat less than conducive to one's good health.
Surely the feat (of which I was still proud) of getting a guy with whom I've shared a mutual hate since kindergarten expelled from high school when everyone else was too afraid of him, did not make me a bitch.
Nor did the fact that my longest, most passionate and happiest relationship was with another woman's husband.
Even my love of a good fight to get the juices flowing and everyone back on their toes did not mean anything. It just served to remind people of my being right.
And surely everyone gets the irresistible urge every now and then to crash into the back of cars adorned with a bumper sticker reading "Jesus loves you"? Getting your own sticker reading "He wouldn't if he knew me" just wouldn't be half as much fun.
No, I was just an independent, self-reliant and very honest woman. With a fair bit of intelligence, a great deal of disregard for what people I didn't like thought of me, a good sense of humour and a great love for my fellow humans, if only they'd take their lives into their own hands for once and bloody stop whining.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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