Jan
Five years ago I would have said my qualities for being considered a
Heartless Bitch stemmed from my career in electronics field
installation. In the last 20 years I have been groped, assaulted,
insulted, asked my bra size in job interviews - the usual. I dealt with
it by using humor, and becoming too damn tough for anyone to screw with;
I have a Hilti nailgun and a 2" concrete nail loaded - any questions?
The last 5 years? Well, I've grown up. I was diagnosed with a pituitary
tumor, which tries to convince your body that you are both pregnant AND
going through menopause. With raging hormones causing a hair trigger
temper I had to learn to evaluate what the actual root problems were,
and whether anger was justified. Now I would describe myself as a
Heartless Bitch simply because I have no time or tolerance for bullshit
any longer. We create so many of our own problems repeating the
identical actions again and again, while telling ourselves THIS time the
outcome will be different (isn't that a definition of insanity?). Some
days I want to stand on the roof and scream, "Look at the common
denominator, people!"
Other than that, I'm just happy to HAVE time, and hopefully enough to
embarrass my grandkids. I want my son to be snatching his children off
the front lawn saying, "Oh my God, here comes Grandma on the Harley -
and that guy on the back is younger than I am!"
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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