The D.I.Y.

I am still thinking about the bitch in me. There is a bitch in all girls. But the worst you can get is when you actually manage to find a bitch in a man. Then, it starts getting very dangerous because there is no known antidote to date. But right now I am trying to feel sorry for all my actions done as a bitch, and what's making it worse is that it's bringing no tears along with it, rather I smile and laugh. Because there is another thing I do not understand. My mum. That's no new news. The problem is that this time, a lot of people think the same as my mum. Affairs... big sigh. People who marry in their early twenties will always condemn affairs. Just as my mum screamed her lungs out, "Heyyyyy he's married, you should be ashamed of yourself!" Why? A married man is just like any other man. And since married men do not go about with a married name tag; and yes most are coy enough to remove the wedding band, it's not my fault. But people like my mum think that I cannot even so much as take a look at a married man because for some unfathomable reason I have a duty to protect their marriage. Yeah, says who? It's their affair, just as I have had my own affairs. I have never expected anybody to protect my things, it's D.I.Y. And it works in the same way as with straying married men. I do not have a duty to protect marriages and families. And yet another thing I could never understand was that I have somehow a duty to protect a married man's kids. How? If a girl is getting on with it with a married man, should she think of his kids before orgasm or what? In what way does sex with a married man mean protecting or not protecting kids? It's X-rated, not suitable for children. They do not come into it. Plenty of marriages are a sham, and plenty of marriages are good solid ones. A bitch like me would immediately pick up on the difference between a man who stays and a man who strays. And since I have no rights then I have no duties to do anything. And for us who have been left on the shelf, albeit imaginary, because Homemate has run out and anyway I would have to have it on special order because of the size, we are not issued with a list of all married men so as to know which ones are ripe for the picking or not. Because as it also happens, sometimes married men are very very ripe. Most of them are living in shambles but since they do not have the guts to go their own way, they are just waiting for us girls. Also because it works both ways just like a seesaw. Perhaps married men also have a duty not to go off with young girls and thus seal our reputation as sluts. And that's ok, because sluts are not boring. But perhaps married women also have a duty to take a club and bash their own men to their senses. And another thing I will never understand; why are married women so angry at us girls lying down on a bed with their men? It's their men who promised for better or worse, we weren't there were we? And why do they threaten us that they're going to tell our mum and dad? Mum and dad? So what? Where do mum and dad fit into the picture? It's not as if we're doing kneeling-down jobs in for mum and dad to inspect are we? Do married women who've been had think that we're silly girls who mum and dad will punish and make go without watching TV or what? Hell, it's so jumbled up. It's all in the past now. And it still makes me giggle. Am I not sorry for all the marriages I ruined? No, because I didn't ruin them. And I will not go into whether they were ruined in the first place or not. I don't care. I was just a girl, looking for some excitement and I depended on nobody, I just was a dab hand at D.I.Y. And just as I didn't have any duty then, I don't think anybody has a duty now to protect my and my Mister's relationship. Because I finally chose wisely; he's one of those who stays. It's all D.I.Y.