Jennifer
I became a Heartless Bitch 12 years ago, after choosing a life of self-direction over a stable, but insipid impending marriage to a Nice Guy. At the abject disappointment of family and subculture, I moved 2500 miles away to go to graduate school. Given the perceived gamble in walking away from the programming of growing up to be a "good wifey", I made a covenant to myself to live life fully, go for broke, and to hell with what people thought of me.
I found my inner voice and finally learned to speak my truth. I have been called harsh and intense, but inevitably, the truth wills out. Maybe diplomacy isn't my strong suit, but integrity will trump obsequious butt-kissing any day.
I'm getting my stripes as a Heartless Bitch with my soon to be ex-husband. As his heavy martyred sighs are heard from the next room, I remain unmoved. Nope, just because I have a uterus, I am not solely responsible for vanquishing dust, bolstering your ego, or lowering my IQ to please you. And by the way, your erections mean nothing if you aren't willing to wait for me to meet or surpass your passion.
Problem was, I did not turn out to be the Super Career Woman who also came home to abdicate all power, beliefs and desires to hubby's conception of paradise. In his eyes, if I didn't net over 100K while cooking , cleaning and keeping my legs spread 24/7, then all I could be is an underachieving, emasculating bitch.
Lucky for me, just after he stomped out of our final couples therapy session, I found the website. Interestingly, it was when the website was malfunctioning. For several days, all the people I told to go to the website could not gain access. For awhile, I wondered if heartless-bitches.com was a paranormal experience tailored to keep me from wavering from the covenant I made with myself. But when I saw my husband in the emotional abuser description, any possibility of doubt vaporized.
So yes, I was a Heartless Bitch before I stumbled on this website, but now I can define it and thus better embrace the power I've always had. That is reward enough for me. Perhaps I am your conception of a Heartless Bitch, perhaps not. But what I am now is just right for me.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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