Indigo
I flunked the "get a man" part of charm school :) And if I hear "women should stay home and raise children" one more time, I will start punching people. (What can I say, I'm living in the south...they still think they won the Civil War too. :p )
I deliberately chose a career as an entertainment technician. I climb things, lift heavy objects, play with gears and wires, and take stuff apart for a living. And I LOVE what I do. I utterly reject all of the people out there telling me that if I liked entertainment so much I should do something nice and feminine - like sew costumes. I work my tail off to be equal with the bigger, stronger guys. I am literally the only woman I work with. I have no patience with women who smile and bat their eyelashes instead of working hard.
I have always detested (and rejected) the idea that girls were softer, cuter, nicer and quieter than boys. I did not go to dance class; I played football with my brother's friends. I did not go to dances; I studied to get into college. I've never seen the necessity of having a boyfriend "to go out with." I'm perfectly capable of going out and having fun with or without a man.
Being a Heartless Bitch is something I have achieved over time...I was raised that women should be "people pleasers" and to make sure I did whatever was necessary to "make a guy happy." Even if he was screaming, throwing things or hitting some one...it was my job to take it, and to "fix" things. It took me a looooonng time, and two miserably abusive guys to realize "this is insane!!" It took me 20 years to realize that I'm better than a doormat, that it's not my job in life to make sure a guy is happy and won't start hitting me.
I've developed a zero tolerance policy for bullying, demeaning remarks (or attitudes), hitting, yelling (except in bed of course :p ), or un-necessary mean criticism. I'm not letting anyone else stand in the way of me becoming who I want to be, or achieving my goals in life. And I'm certainly never listening to one more speech on how "I'm not good enough." That's bullshit.
I have also finally put the need to look perfect all of the time to rest. I don't wear make-up, and I've decided that if a guy can't love me in my paint stained, dirty work clothes, then he isn't going to really love me in a low cut blouse with a mini-skirt. I'd rather be hated for being who I am than loved for being some one I'm not. I'm never going to dress to please a guy (or get his attention) again. It's too much work for too little satisfaction in the end. I've also come to accept the fact that not everyone can look like Barbie and that I'm much happier EATING food instead of looking at it and counting the calories!
I'm more than just a punching bag or a Dresden doll or an incubator in a skirt. Finding your site has literally made my night, and I would be honored to join the ranks of the "Heartless Bitches" out there
Country: United States
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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