Solveig
I suppose I better admit from the start that I never thought of myself
as neither Heartless or a Bitch, and definately not a Heartless Bitch,
untill I got the link to this site from a friend. -While reading my way
through parts of this site, though, I sat with a crooked smile on my
face, had a laugh and nodded here and there... -And so, I must say: With
this humour, this irony, this selfawareness - Yes, I am indeed a
Heartless Bitch. -Even in English, which I tend to understand a tad more
"formal" than it's meant. (I'm from Denmark)
Ok, so far so god - Besides being a rather "newborn" "Heartless Bitch"
I've been through much of what you describe as absolutely repulsive here
- Hence the good laughs I had when reading it. I've had my share of men
with infantile behaviour, thinking I couldn't live without them and so on.
-All that AFTER I, in my early youth, acted so mean and Bitchy
that most people were afraid of me and the few that dared get closer
were on their knees for me - which I absolutely resented, obviously.
So... Been there, done that and burned the t-shirt - from both "sides of the road".
Now I'm somewhere in the middle - I am a woman, I love being a woman, I
am no feminist and I can't help but to chuckle when I hear that "Men and
women are the same". -Hell no - we are indeed different, if we DARE to
be so. And so I do, now. All in all I have gotten to know myself a whole
lot better than I wanted to from the start - good and bad all in one.
I'm no saint, I'm no devil, I'm just a down-to-earth realistic woman who
somewhere along the way decided to take care of myself first, and
everybody else after that. Yes, I have kids - two of them, one of each.
-I love them to pieces, and tell them they are "The best boy in the
world" and "The best girl in the world" - of course. -And they know that
I think so because I am their mom and that I'l love them no matter what.
But still, I learned along the way not to be a "martyr mother" - heck,
it runs in the family as well as all kinds of other cute stuff, but I've
come to the point where I not only quit doing what mom and grandma did,
but also - over the years - have had them tell me "Well, I must admit I
used to think you were quite strange - but I really admire you for what
you did". -Not that anyone, myself including, really can put words to
"what I did", but it turned myself upside down in many ways - and
apperantly it's contagious - in the nice way ;-)
I've been told over and
over and over again that I'm "strong" - but not until the recent years
I have felt so myself. -I dare live, I dare love, and I dare take all
the shit that sometimes comes from that - Without whining about it ;-)
If I'm not satisfied, who's to blame, who can change it, who can make me
laugh at it all? yup, right - me.
Hmmm, this got longer than intended -
but well, it was fun trying to "sum it up" ;-) I have no idea if that
makes me a Heartless Bitch after your standards, but if I understood
what I read well enough, I sure fit in. If I didn't "get it", I just
wasted half an hour of my own time - But it was fun doing so... -Thanks
for a the good laughs you provided me reading your site so far - I'll
keep reading.
P.S. My website is in Danish - But (some of) the links and
the gallery is quite "safe" even for English-speaking people ;-)
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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