*Previously published on http://liferiddles.net/
I read an article today written by a woman, and she knocked me out with her salty, tell-it-like-you-see-it self. Reading that article made me realize that I miss the bitch in me. YOU may not miss her, but I do. I laughed more when she was around. Somewhere along the way, I lost her. We get so caught up in people-pleasing that we sometimes lose the essence of what drew folks to us in the first place. Well, okay, not everyone was drawn to my inner bitch. The point is, I lost the bitch. Where is she?
She may be under the tire tracks of the real estate agent who ripped me off when I sold my house at a price which was ridiculously low at the time and way before the market dropped. I was an empty-nester with a six bedroom Victorian that I had completely renovated. During the open houses, etc., there was a tragedy in the family. I lost stamina. The agent took control. My fault, I know. Never let them see your weakness.
Of course, my bitch could have been left in scratches on the boss who tried to sexually assault me when he walked me “safely” to my car after an evening of drinks with co-workers. Let’s not even go there. Just know it was demoralizing and that, no, women don’t ask for it. Trust me, if I had wanted it, it wouldn’t have been from him.
I did find my bitch one day in a store one day. I had stood in line—an express line—for ten minutes while this cashier analyzed everything the lady in front of me was purchasing, mostly home décor stuff. “You know if you mix these colors up like this, it will look better,” she was saying. Dawdling. She was dawdling around and I was in a hurry. That’s why I was in the EXPRESS lane. Finally I said, “Look, you don’t get paid to decorate. You should focus on service and I need to get out of here!” That didn’t go well. When I told my daughter about the encounter she informed me that I was going to hell for hurting that woman’s feelings. Bitch!
Then there was the car salesman who convinced me that I really needed that $1250 warranty which never did a darn bit of good. Anything that ever happened with that car wasn’t covered. What good is a freaking warranty if it doesn’t cover anything?
Well, there it is. If you see my bitch, tell her to come home. I should have placed a bounty on her!