I love writing on my blog.  It’s a place share my thoughts, publish what I write in my college classes, bitch about my endless divorce, make new friends….the list goes on and on.

I’ve recently been called a bully by some readers and by another blog writer.  I don’t see myself as a bully, but I know bullies never think they are bullies.  So perhaps, I am a bully.

JUST KIDDING!

I’m many things, but not a bully.

1.  mommy

2.  girlfriend

3. wife (ready to lose that title)

4. pet owner

5. stop reading this stupid shit.

Hells yeah, I can be a bully.  Now if someone gets in my face, I’ll give it right back.

I was bullied in school but didn’t have the backbone to stand up for myself.

I was bullied by my father but was respectful as a child and held my tongue.  (That is out the window now)

I was bullied by my husband and actually began to think maybe I was a bad person, a shitty mother, a terrible wife, lazy, stupid….

My advice is not to mess with me, my kids, my family, my friends, my boyfriend or my dog.  That will automatically bring out the bully in me.

Yes, I learned how to box, but I don’t depend on those skills to get me through life.  I depend on my witty sarcasm and thick skin.  Name calling is silly but if I’m going to be called anything, it’s not Bully.

Scintillating Damsel has a nice ring to it.

~P.