Millie
From a very early age, my own mother has told me I should never be a
nurse, a teacher, or a mother, and I should consider a career as a
prison guard, due to my lack of patience, hatred of small children, and
lack of empathy for other's bullshit. After being raised in a community
where I was expected to marry a farmer and spawn before my mid-twenties
lest I be considered strange - I'm happily married to a musician and I
AM CHILDFREE!
On the rare occasions when I'm feeling sorry for myself (bad day at the
office, migraine, back pain, too many demands on my sanity etc.), I have
the decency to shut up and wait until I get home to wallow in self-pity
and a hot bath for an hour. Once the hour's up (or the wine is all gone)
it's time to pick myself up and tackle the next day's shit.
My husband and I work hard, and we don't apologize for the things we
have because of our hard work (vehicles, low debt, dinners out). When
parents whine "I could afford it too, if I didn't have kids" I just
smile and say "We all make our choices in life!" Because I'm not a
parent, I can spend time and money on causes I believe in...I don't have
and won't use excuses to avoid doing my bit to improve the world. It's
my duty and I take that seriously.
I work as an insurance claims adjuster, specializing in auto accident
injuries. In the past, I've been burned by fraudulent claimants because
I listened to their sob stories and tried to go "above and beyond" what
they were entitled to in order to "help them out". I've learned that
some people can't be helped, and a sad tale of woe is no substitute for
taking responsibility for your own recovery. Physio's given you
exercises to do? DO THE DAMN EXERCISES - don't plop your ass in front of
the TV for six months and then complain that you're not any better! I
have no patience for that anymore! Many of my clients end up hating me,
but just as many end up thanking me for making them WORK and enabling
them to get on with their lives after something horrible has happened.
I'm proud of what I do, I don't apologize to anyone for how I do it.
I will defend myself and those I love from the "you should" people (the
ones who say I should - have kids, "be nice", not swear so much, have
some sympathy, put up pictures of their butt-ugly kids in my house, not
speak my mind when it could hurt someone else's feelings).
I would be honoured and proud to be accepted as an official Heartless
Bitch The added bonus would be for my mom - validation of her initial
assessment of me.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
| 
