Kristin
I'm a heartless bitch because I no longer know how to be anything else.
I refuse to be defined by the fact that I'm 35 and not married.
I
believe that women who walk into a bar with no money and assume they can
drink for free should be allowed nothing but Zima or whatever is most
likely to make them vomit on their trendy, wedge-healed shoes.
I tire of
the assumption that because I have large breasts I should be talked to
about them as if there were nothing else about me worth noting.
I don't
use men as financial support, a self-esteem boost, or a target at which
to throw all my hatred of all my poorly chosen ex-boyfriends. If a man
can't be an equal partner, he's bored me already. I
refuse to like other
people's children simply because they're kids. I refuse to have any of
my own just because my mother thinks I should.
I eat what tastes good
when I'm hungry. I don't count carbs or calories and I don't console
myslef with an entire Sara Lee cheesecake when I'm upset.
Just because
you know me and what I do for a living doesn't mean I'm dying to give
you free therapy. Pony up the $60 an hour that my clients pay or expect
all whining to be met with a slap to the back of the head.
I'm not a
princess, an angel, or a goddess, nor am I a slut, a man-hater, or an
old maid. I'm just a woman - one who's brutally honest, fiercely loyal
to those who deserve it, and at best indifferent to those who don't.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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