A girl thing

I have come to the conclusion that girls are bitches. No matter how you look at it...that is the bottom line. Simply stated...they all have the venom in them, i don't care who you are. So the question here is...who is the bigger bitch? Without going into the exact situations i am here to tell you that i feel as if i am included in this bitch-athon.

I am a peacemaker. I hate confrontation. I will avoid conflict no matter who it is with or in any situation. This sometimes makes me a push over. I will do whatever it takes to make someone happy. It is in fact a downfall of mine. I fit in the middle child role just perfectly.

Recently though, i have opened my eyes, seen the light and decided to stand up, straight and tall-tell it like it is...hear me roaaaar b/c mrs.bitch here i come. I have decided to just flat out say it how it is. A coworker of mine has pushed me to the edge. Many different odd occurances and then she quit. Just like that. Done. A friend still? No! I have drawn the line. She has pushed me too far. Not only do i greatly disagree with how she went about resigning her position, i also have been disrespected as a friend. I gave too much of my giving self and haven't had merchandise returned to me. This brings me back to good 'ol college sorority days. Things would disappear in your closet, never to be seen again. So i have asked nicely over a dozen times for my things to be returned. No such luck. I let her have it...i won't stop until i get my things. Understandable right? Well it has been a week now since the total blow and i am almost ready to perform my biaaaaaaatch moves. So watch out girls...here i come!

Second bitch in my life has done some damage. I will not back down now. I am fed up with her snide, depressed, pitty me self and won't take her attitude that she gives me and my guests. Yes, she is a complete disguist to be around and will ignore any guest i have in town. It is to the point of embarrassement. I have just had enough. I am almost 28 years old and still living with a roomate. The time has come...i want to live alone. I can sadly admit i never have lived alone. Never. I am not scared to, i have wanted to for a long time now. Being that we live in Southern California it is not exactly something most are able to do. I can do it, but the shopping/spending/eating out has to stop.

In 30 minutes i will be explaining my situation...explaining the reasons i will be moving out. Call me a bitch but when you cross the line one too many times...it is time to take action.