Audrey
I'm sorry to say that the Heartless Bitch in me has been dormant for
some time. It used to be an important part of me, but as I sank deeper
into the nightmare of my marriage to an over-the-top passive-aggressive
man, I started to lose the essence of "me." I have just ended the
marriage and am finding my way back to sanity slowly but surely. In the
process, the old "me" (including being a Heartless Bitch) is
re-emerging. I feel great. I feel strong, hopeful and very happy to be
going through life solo. My soon-to-be-X was sucking the lifeforce out
of me. No thanks. I need all of my lifeforce.
Despite everything, I do not hate men. I still have faith that there are
decent, worthwhile ones out there. However, from now on I will rely on
my Heartless Bitch instincts and be intolerant of the types like my
husband. They are dangerous to a healthy heart, mind and soul.
After my experience with a passive-aggressive abuser, I will no longer
tolerate whiners or those who live to be victims. I've seen enough for a
lifetime. Whine to someone else-- you are pitiful. Take your victimhood
somewhere else-- it's sick, manipulative, probably loaded with lies-- and
I'm not interested. I've got a life. Compulsive and habitual liars? I
can spot them from far away, thanks to the husband. Now when I'm
confronted with pervasive lying, there is no need for ranting, lecturing
or attempts at reason. A simple "you're full of crap" does it nicely.
And I will never, ever again be a caretaker for a man. If you are
looking for a mother, keep on walking bubba (that mother thing really
gave me the willies). I've learned this too. My husband looked so good
on the outside but it was all façade, pretense, appearance--nothing
real. I pledge that the Heartless Bitch in me will have a healthy dose
of cynicism when I encounter such a specimen. If it looks too good to be
true.... The Heartless Bitch in me will also be skeptical of anyone who
is unable to converse with some degree of logic or reason. That twisted,
slippery, manipulative non-logic is a big red flag so recognize it for
what it is.
Being a Heartless Bitch is not about bitchiness. It's about relying on
your own strength and intuition, no matter what others may think. It's
about making fair and appropriate judgments about people and calling an
asshole an asshole. The world is full of them. Spot them, steer clear of
them if you can and if you have to deal with them, name them for what
they are.
I took a hit, I've got a scar and now I'm moving on, a much wiser woman.
I will never again settle for less than I deserve.
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