Nick
I'm not. I'm Heartless because I really do care, and I've come to realize that it's not possible to "fix" people. I can help, and I can support, but as much as it pains me to see men and women who *just don't get it*, I have to allow them to make their own mistakes. Anything more would be to live for other people, and to let--or to make--them live for me. I'm not some Buddha/Christ figure, and the fact that I've figured some things out doesn't give me the obligation or even the right to preach it at someone who doesn't want to hear.
I'm heartless because I won't spend my time and energy on people who don't want and won't accept my help.
I'm heartless because it's the adjective applied to anyone who isn't interested in a married life in the suburbs with a white picket fence, 2.7 kids, a dog, an SUV (or two) and a PTA membership.
I'm heartless because I've seen the abusers and the abused go right back where they started time and again, no matter who tries to remove them from the situation.
I'm heartless because I can't let myself care about people who themselves don't care about others--which would be most of the people out there, it seems.
I'm heartless because to be otherwise is to attract needy clingers, Machiavellian manipulators, or someone who's both.
I'm heartless because I've made mistakes, but I won't make the same ones twice; because until someone proves that they're worth my while, I have to assume they're not; and because I'd rather be associated with the heartless than with the "sensitive" or the "nice."
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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