I wasn't always Heartless. Disgusted maybe, but not Heartless. I guess disgust is just the first step. After a while, you realize nothing's going to change, people aren't going to change... so my answer is a loud, resounding FUCK IT AND FUCK YOU!

Don't come to me bitching about how your husband doesn't respect you while you allow him to tell you where to go, when to go, who to go with, and how long you can stay.

Don't tell me that I'm not ladylike. Who gives a shit about that? I do aircraft maintenance for a living. I tote toolboxes and bust my ass as hard as, if not harder than, the next man. I don't have time to worry about my language offending you.

Respect mine and I'll respect yours. It's really very simple. But once you cross that line, I will lash out like a whip, and you'll never see it coming. Heartless? Maybe, but so what? I've got to watch out for myself because like my mom always told me, no one else is gonna do it.

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