Am I?



1. having a harsh, disagreeably acrid taste, like that of aspirin, quinine, wormwood, or aloes.
2. producing one of the four basic taste sensations; not sour, sweet, or salt.
3. hard to bear; grievous; distressful: a bitter sorrow.
4. causing pain; piercing; stinging: a bitter chill.
5. characterized by intense antagonism or hostility: bitter hatred.
6. hard to admit or accept: a bitter lesson.


resentful or cynical

Why would I be bitter? I have nothing to be bitter about. I’m more comfortable with myself than I’ve ever been. I have loving people in my life who truly only cares about my well being and not for the superficial qualities of me.

Yes, my life has downsized immensely, but that doesn’t mean I’m unhappier.

People may assume that I am because they’re shallow and they can only find happiness in the luxuries of monetary things. Which I once was too, but I’ve learned that no matter how much money or purses or cars or shoes or clothes you have, if you’re not happy with yourself, you’re never gonna be happy with anything or anyone.

It took me a while to figure this out because I’ve always had a man in my life who tried to be the aggressor. I’ve realized I can’t be with a man who will think they are better or more powerful than me. Powerful meaning, hierarchy, not strength.

This leads me to my next topic.

Strong men do not want strong women. Again, strong mentally, not physically. I’ve been hearing about these weddings lately and the matching of the couples didn’t surprise me.

A successful man will want a trophy wife and wouldn’t want to be with a competing successful woman unless the couple is Ivanka Trump and her new hubby.

I completely understand because I’m going to have to believe that, that is why I couldn’t stand to be with any of the previous gentlemen.

They all fell into the category of being pompous and thinking they are too good for their kind. Those kinda men like to be with pushovers (like how I once was). They like girls who do what they say and don’t have a mind of their own.

I’m not successful YET, but I’m soon to be and my independence already scares off most men, or shall I say boys.

Luckily I have someone now who understands me fully and can appreciate me for all I am. Nor am I saying he’s not man enough because he can handle me but that’s just the irony. He IS man enough to handle me. It’s the men who can’t handle REAL women that aren’t MAN enough.

Does this make sense? And in no way am I a feminist. (I don’t think that is the correct word, but oh well. You all know I’m not that smart).

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