that's what traci has been telling me for months. "i'm going to help you get your bitch back"

but really, my bitch never left the building. i've always had it. i just lost it when it concerned a certain person. the thing is, he knew it, and i know he knew it. he played the fact that i really couldn't be the bitch because i am with him. although he used that as an excuse and was more than happy to call me a bitch and a cunt (cunt being the biggest no-no word)

am i a kinder, gentler person? am i much less judgemental? yes. that and wisdom came with age. but don't mistake my kindness, or cutting slack for my bitch not being there. because it is, always has been. and one day, maybe i will find someone who truly appreciates my bitch, instead of some poseur who pretends to.

The Bitch is Back