While I was waiting for an important phone call, I walked up to a friends the other day. He has a cell phone booster and I needed to get the call.
I was worried about it. The call. It was health/insurance related. So I sat there and visited on his porch. I drank wine while there.
But it ALL happened on the porch. No one’s clothes came off. All that went on was two friends visiting over some wine/beer. And frankly, I should not feel a need to defend anything I do. But I do.
On the way home, his neighbour (one of the people who bully me), called out to me from her yard.
SKANK! She called it loud enough for others to hear. I don’t like to think the worst. I said, “Pardon me?”, in case she wasn’t talking to me. But she responded. “You heard what I said.” Definitely directed at me.
I just went home. I know the owner told me f I was bullied to call him. I couldn’t find his number and I am also not so petty that one word makes me call in recruits!
It’s particularly funny because she is an ex-dancer. By dancer, I mean stripper. She tries to be all noble about it. And I have never disrespected her because of her previous life. I have zero issues with people who use their sexuality to make money.
Yet? She has the gall to yell out at me from her yard that I am a skank?
I’m just letting it go today. The owner is in the park. I could go to his trailer and cry my blues. But I think I’m better off just rejecting the word.
I am better than the people who call me those words. I am NOT those words. I am a woman who is living life. I am sexual. I am damaged. I am sick. I am trying to recover. I am healing.
What I’m not? Skank!