Renee
I'm a Heartless Bitch because, as the years go by, I get better and better -- faster and faster -- at ending relationships that are draining me, at avoiding romantic or sexual overtures that don't call to me, at speaking up for what I want and defending it, and at sitting in silence with myself without getting twitchy (like I am now).
I once broke up with someone on the eve of Valentine's Day because I couldn't stand the thought of doing through the sham of the relationship. Even now I doubt he ever noticed the date.
A few months back I wrote a multi-page piece of email to a stalker that included a link to Gavin de Becker's page for "The Gift of Fear." The guy stopped stalking ME, but didn't stop being a bother in our community.
Last month I broke up with my boyfriend of four years because his untreated depression and I simply weren't getting along. His depression drained me, and my determination to (gak) be nice and support him through yet another bad streak kept us together to the point where I was yelling regularly.
I recently turned down a suitor who thought he had a chance to replace my ex once he heard about the break-up. He tried to debate me on our lack of compatibility, claimed that the insults he'd flung at me during our acquaintanceship were either me misunderstanding his dry humour or statements he had no memory of, and wanted me to reconsider my position on our romantic compatibility.
I'm currently sitting on the draft of a letter that explains that being told that he's at the end of a one year sexual dry spell and thus desperate enough to try to have sex with scary ol' me ... really made me dry. And, again, "No." I want to make sure the letter is complete, well spelled and otherwise acceptable, though.
I might be more of a Heartless Bitch in training, but I thought I'd give this a try. I'm getting better, for what it's worth.
Thanks.
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