Bitch Time

It's time to throw some stones...

I've been through at lot of changes in the last 12 months, physically, emotionally, mentally. But most of all " I " have been changing. This in turn has affected relationships both positively and negatively, and others are too self-absorbed to notice.
I've finally decided what I'd like to do, once the government forces us out of our current situation, which has worked just fine for us for 11 years. In October I'll undertake a 5 day course to become a fully qualified body piercer.
While this is an exciting prospect, it means either commuting and being away 16 hours a day, or staying down there in accommodation, during school holidays of all times! But either way I can try to cope with that.

What I'm having trouble coping with is negative attitudes and comments about my plans, what I should and shouldn't be doing as a "mother" and a "wife", and the supposed "mid-life crisis" I'm going through, just because I choose to decorate my skin with tattoos, get piercings and have some purple hair. Also, now because I put it out there and cheekily created a donation website that people can CHOOSE to interact with or not.
I can assure you, I am not a gold-digging whore, I am not asking for money for crack, I look after my children, my teenagers do not run the streets or drink.smoke. If I'm such a bad influence on my children, I ask you, wouldn't they be little hoodlums? Well, they're not.
My children don't see the hair, the ink, the steel. It does not change my character or my DNA. It is a personal choice...just as it is whether you read someone's Blog and decide to make unnecessarily nasty comments "Anonymous"