Some women go through life bitter about what they have control over: their lifestyle, the words that roll cross their tongue, the number of children they have or don’t have, the man who occupies their bed, how much education they have, the job they work, the amount of money they have to spend, and where they live. The aforementioned choices are under their control; therefore changeable.
Poor decision making leaves little quality time to think about whom or what circumstance got you down in the ditch. Not taking the time to think about why you’re depending on someone other than yourself to claw your way up and out is yet….another poor choice
.Not only is agitation and rocking the boat a good thing to do; sometimes it’s the only way to get to the root of the problem. We are the problem. We are our own worst enemy. We are excellent when it comes to deceiving our self, and find it hard to get out of our own way. Admitting your life is your responsibility is the first step to rehabilitation and progress.
Bitter women also take their problems into the workplace, out on the street and especially into interpersonal relationships with other women.
Bitter women are haters of self and hate it when you look good, smell good, enunciate, are sociable, educated, confident, and not afraid of looking stupid because you ask questions, have a positive attitude, don’t genuflect to men, and treat others the way you want to be treated.
A bitter woman is always complaining about not having a man and takes her problems out on other women. Some women are single by choice. Some women are single because they moan and groan constantly about not having a man and their complaining attitude turns off other women and men.
I’ve met bitter women in the workplace and have them in my family. When a bitter woman peels back layers of her own skin, looks at herself in the mirror, and is honest with herself about who she is as opposed to who she wants to be; then and only then will she be able to change her circumstances. She must also rid herself of the thorn or thorns in her side that plague her well-being. Sometimes getting on with life is about getting out from under whatever it is that holds you down.
A friend of mine was a bitter woman for years. Her husband was chronically unemployed (by choice), a marijuana chain smoker, and emotionally abusive. She finally divorced her husband, became a pleasant person to be around, and moved on with her life.
A co-worker was envious of my promotions until she went back to school, got her degree, and became a positive person to work with.
I feel sorry for the woman who made her bed, has to sleep in it, but won’t get up long enough to help her out of it. You can’t pull yourself up by your bootstraps if you have no boots, but you can pick up a book, read it, and think your way out of what you thought yourself into.
Blaming someone else or other groups for your bad choices or living your life in your own way; then expecting the government, other institutions, family, or friends to pick up the pieces to put you (Humpty Dumpty) back together again has grown old, irrelevant, and falls on ears that are tired of hearing excuses. Maybe you (Humpty Dumpty) shouldn’t have been on that wall in the first place!
bevsangle 