HATEFUL WOMEN ARE USUALLY LOSERS.
Most people who are older and find themselves single and alone…move to a condominium-- or rent an apartment-- or find a duplex because…they want to make friends, find companionship, and enjoy the company of others.
Let me be frank: I’m nothing like some or most people and have very-little in common with women-- in general. My life has been anything but “typical”. I know the difference between “an ordinary day for me” and “an ordinary day for others”. I’ve lived in condos and apartments and been completely traumatized by sharing Walls, Ceilings, and Floors with strangers. I have perfect hearing and nothing repulses me more than hearing someone next to me use the bathroom; hearing someone below me screaming/fighting with a family member; hearing those above me having wild, noisy sex.
Nothing about my life has been usual, ordinary, or predictable so in 2006—I wasn’t surprised when I was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) after students I was teaching in the DC Jail rioted and murdered two substitute teachers in my classroom. Stress has been part of my life-- all my life. Although the effects of stress "build-up" in the body...stress never stopped or limited my ability to keep moving forward. Over time, my ever-increasing strength and confidence has enabled me to fight-back against critics---the many hateful-jealous bullies and bitches around me.
I grew-up with constant criticism. For too-long, I allowed the ugly words, nasty remarks, and hurtful attacks to shatter me; devastate me. Full grown--- I tired of the irritating and destructive abuse, especially in the workplace. With the help of a lawyer-friend, I initiated a “strike back” program that ended criticism where I worked and it quieted the female "harrassers" in my neighborhood. The program combined a full-frontal confrontation with an official warning on legal letterhead and signed by a well-known attorney.
My most relentless critics are almost-always women. Invariably, they fit the same profile: physically un-attractive, basically un-known, un-popular, no education, and completely void of accomplishments. It’s fair to say that none of my critics volunteer their time, money, or talent to benefit others. Not even one of my critics shows signs of being happy or confident--except when they're criticizing or bullying other women and me. These homely, uninspiring women (visualize Hillary Clinton) HATE OTHER WOMEN for being attractive, happy, confident, and admired.
Predictably--- Hateful people don’t like Happy People because, well, Haters aren’t Happy People. Today I’m proud to say I’m happy, both spiritually and emotionally. Never-again will I allow women to bully and attack me.
Like chiggers, lice, rats, and roaches--hateful, mean, spiteful and jealous women live everywhere. It isn't surprising that, after buyin a home in Hot Springs Village, I moved and immediately discovered I'm the only single woman in my small neighborhood-- the only Trump Supporter-- the only former-beauty queen—and that I live just a few hundred feet from two very-spiteful and hate-filled women.
Within a few days of meeting the woman next door-- she began talking-to-impress me. I learned that her husband had been married to five women before her BUT…her husband recently confessed that he’d never been in love with any of his other wives. Six is now his lucky number. For the first time in his life he is in love…with her! Isn't she lucky?!?!?
I patiently listened as this very-boring woman shared that her last husband had been a “leg” man but her present husband just can't get enough of--what he calls-- her “delicious” breasts. Never mind that the only thing this common-looking woman and her big-bellied “prize” of a husband appear to do... every day... is sleep, nap, and “hangout”. I never see any visitors, friends, or family at their house yet she feels so “sorry for me” because I’m “all-alone”.
After reading my book, she made it a point to confront me one afternoon when I was working outside. She felt the need to brag that everyone always told her she had the best-looking legs and greatest figure but-- she also had to share her intense hatred for Trump and how she hoped he’d die soon. She also had to challenge me with "how much" she loved Bill Clinton.
All this jibber-jabber from a woman in her seventies, a so-called Christian, and someone who’s accomplished nothing. From what I've heard, she's just another no-name secretary from a small Arkansas town with nothing to her credit except--legs, breasts, husbands, love for Clinton and hate for Trump. Apparently…her determination to put-me-down is re-enforced by her partner-in-hate who lives directly across the street.
The woman across the street-- has no honors, no accomplishments, or educational achievements to her credit BUT she does play bridge 2 or 3 or 4 times a week (a great place to share gossip and negative opinions). Within ten minutes of meeting me, she told me that her tanned legs are her claim-to-fame. Seems she's read my book, too.
Other than having very-unattractive teeth and very-few-hairs on her head, this insignificant woman who thrives-on-hate---- spent years of married life working as a secretary. There's something scary about secretaries.
From the moment this unknown neighbor knocked on my door last year---in the middle of a very-frustrating move---I sensed her resentment. Within ten minutes of opening my door, I recognized this neighbor as someone to handle with caution. Looking around my house, she asked “Didn’t anyone ever teach you about de-cluttering or down-sizing?!?!?” She continued to make sarcastic comments like "Don't you have any color but black in your wardrobe?!?!?" or "Do you expect to find a boyfriend or husband in a community where almost-everyone is married....or do you enjoy the competition?!?!? I'm paying movers by the hour so---being verbally- confronted by a new neighbor couldn't have come at a worse time.
Six months later, the same cold neighbor asked me to drive her to her scheduled cataract surgery in Hot Springs. She mentioned that her husband was unable to drive because he’d recently had eye surgery for a torn retina. I was happy to help but…when the doctor came to me in the middle of the surgery and said there was a problem….I had no idea I’d be taking my new neighbor home then bringing her back later that day….then driving her back and forth to the Doctor’s Office for the next eight days! I never considered the wear/ tear on my car or the amount of gas I was using for all-those-many-trips because I believed in neighbors helping neighbors. Each time I move, I start life with a clean slate and a positive attitude.
I've lived in many states and learned that hateful individuals can only hide-- undetected-- for just-so-long before a strong woman like me-- with no “ax to grind”-- challenges the dark side of these haters.
It took about fifteen months before the hateful women on my cul-de-sac joined forces to “bring me down”. Their ugly verbal attacks were short-lived. These amateurs under-estimated my ability to fight-back with words and actions.
I don't need ANYTHING from these cheap "imitators of life". I don't need their "approval" or their high school attitudes; I don't fear their efforts to abandon me/ ignore me/ exclude me from their little cul-de-sac "circle". These pathetically-shallow women can't imagine the incredible pleasure I feel from being left alone.Being alone is better than having phony friends and a hurtful family. I'm happy being "abandoned and ignored" by the likes of these hateful two.
Trust me when I say: I am A World Champion when it comes to BEING HATED, ABANDONED, CRITICIZED, UNLOVED, and ALONE. After all---I wrote the book about it.