Trish
Mid-way through reading The Taming of the Shrew in high school I fell
in love. I fell in love until the man tamed the shrew. It was inevitable, but I
was still SOOO sooo angry. I ranted my little heart to that English class. Since
then I have been a self proclaimed shrew, and proud.
I do what I can to get by and I never allow myself to be walked on. If I
have to whip out my stretch marks to get some drunken slob off my ass I will do
it. If I have to cross that line and tell another mother (or father!) that their
kid is out of control just to get the little beast off of my son, well, that
mother/father is lucky I have enough self control not to snap a child like a
twig. I've wanted to! I really have sometimes. How can a parent sit there while
her kid is hitting a smaller kid with a stick? Dumping hot food on him? WHAT IS
WITH PARENTS THESE DAYS?
And if I tell one more asshole that I'm a lesbian (I'm not, I just think
it's the most obvious way to tell a guy to fuck off without losing my cool) Ohh
back to my point.. if one more asshole thinks he can "convert" me back to hetero
with a drink or two... Hallelujah! I SEE THE LIGHT. I WORSHIP THE COCK!! I'm
going to break a beer bottle on his head and shove it up his ass.
I read this site after a friend linked me to it. We were reading it
together. I found myself pasting several excerpts and commenting "SO TRUE! I
totally know what this is like! Something I can relate to!"
Country: Canada
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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