 14 July 2015 I am totally envious of those women who go from sweetheart to badass bitch in under five seconds. I mean, I know how to do this too, I just don't wanna...it completely goes against the grain of who I am. Sometimes, however, being able to do this is necessary, especially when dealing with people. It's easy to distance yourself from those whom you have little or no ties to when they're assholes. It's a no brainer..."stay away from anyone who reeks of negative vibes." That doesn't work so well if those people are family or people you're emotionally invested in. My husband tells me I'm like a dog with a bone under these circumstances, gnawing on those relationships constantly. He, on the other hand, is very adept at cutting anyone loose who upsets the order of his world. In fact, he's so good at it, I'm surprised those people don't start to doubt even their own existence! I am wildly jealous of his ability to do this!
For me it feels like, well...imagine those negative relationships as big, honkin' tar pits...the more you put part of yourself into the tar, the tighter you get stuck. You struggle to break free, but the stickiness tugs you deeper into its black, oozy mess (...oozy? Is that even a word?) My honey says, "Babe, you need to flip those people off and keep walking with your head held high." He's teaching me how to do this, but it's a hard lesson to learn and depending on the relationship, I'm not very good at it. My favorite Aunt assures me, "You'll get better with time. The older you become, the more you will value your peace of mind rather than tolerate those who try to take it from you." Since she's one of the smartest people I know, I believe her, but I'm not the most patient woman so this is problematic. I wish it didn't hurt when someone you love turns out to be a complete jerk or has no desire to return your love. It does though, and while I could fake some stupid badass response of "I could care less", it would be a lie. I do care and faking that I don't wouldn't be me at all! Instead, I'll just keep on practicing my husband's suggestion...flip 'em off and keep walking. So what if I have to cry for the first 1,000, steps as long as I'm making forward progress AWAY from them. I'm never going to be one of the badass bitches, but maybe they need a fluffy bunny mascot. If so, I'm their girl!
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John Moore
7/14/2015 03:36:17 am
The biggest trick to 'flippin em off and walking on by' is not that you cry for 1000 steps. It's being sure not to let them see you cry. But, remember sweet Amy, it takes the sweet kind and compassionate to balance the scales of the badass bitches so always be true to yourself.
Amy Marie Schaefer
7/14/2015 03:45:01 am
Thank you, John. THAT made me cry. ♡♡♡ Leave a Reply. |
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I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter. Archives
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