Dee
I am a Heartless Bitch because I chose not to live with an emotionally
abusive spouse any longer. Instead of continuing to assume I was to
blame for my marital "non-bliss," I did research to find a name to the
problem (emotional abuse), solutions to the problem (learned my legal
rights and sought therapy so as to not repeat the pattern), and then
acted in my best interest (kicked him to the curb and decided living
with my dog was a better choice than walking on constant eggshells).
I am a Heartless Bitch because I told the aforementioned spouse that
although he willingly sought therapy for his "little abuse problem" (as
he called it), it changed nothing in my plans for an abuse-free future
that did not include him. I did, however, wish him well in his recovery
and told him that I hoped therapy would help him find happiness with
someone else, grow hair on his bald spot, and make his penis enlarge.
I am a Heartless Bitch because when I go out on dates I insist on
meeting them at a predetermined location and then pay my own way when I
get there. If the date turns out to be unentertaining then I have my own
transportation home and absolutely no problem in cutting the evening
short.
I am a Heartless Bitch because I don't pretend to be interested in
dates' passions just for conversational sake. NASCAR holds no
fascination for me. Football makes me yawn. Baseball is interesting only
because I like the uniforms showing off those long legs and tight butts.
If there are no common interests, then the man isn't duped into false
hopes of a possible relationship.
I am a Heartless Bitch because I don't lead a man on with hopes of a
second date if I have no desire to see this person again. My philosophy
is that it's better to be upfront and honest rather than to make excuses
and go through the hassle of avoiding future phone conversations.
I am a Heartless Bitch because in my Equine Recovery Care Facility I
choose what is in the best interest of the animal over a client's wishes
even if it means losing that client. I refuse to look at the animals in
my care as merely income in my pocket. My ethics are uncompromisable
when dealing with difficult clients who many times want an easier and/or
cheaper solution. [Ex: unnecessarily tranquilizing an animal because the
owner doesn't have the time and/or knowledge to properly restrain the
animal; allowing an animal to be released from stall board to pasture
board (less expense for the client) before they have had sufficient time
to recover from an illness or injury] Many times I've worn the
b.i.t.c.h. label when letting clients know that just because they pay me
does not entitle them to change my business policies or ethics so that
it will be easier on them in regards to time and/or money.
I am a Heartless Bitch because I pulled the proverbial rug out from
under the 55-year-old that has her claws deep into my 77-year-old father
(he isn't her first victim). She has no idea that the estate that she
covets was placed last week in an irrevocable trust in my name. This
bypasses prenuptial agreements and/or wills. The estate will not even be
required to go through probate. It's all mine at his death regardless of
how long she masquerades as his adoring wife. Like diamonds, an
irrevocable trust is forever!
I am a Heartless Bitch because I will take immeasurable joy in watching
my father's bride essentially prostitute herself, take care of his
needs, feed his ego, chauffeur him, take care of his health concerns,
and cater to his whims on the basis of material things that she doesn't
realize can never be hers. On the flipside I have the financial security
of knowing that if she finds a new victim and divorces my father I will
always be financially able to take care of him since the estate assets
are secured where they can't be sold, spent, or used for collateral
unless I give permission.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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