How To Go From A Doormat To A Ball-busting Cunt

Putting something out into Internet-verse can make you feel extremely vulnerable and insecure, especially when you are sharing a scandalous, juicy, and incurably racy baby story (please, if you didn’t read into the sarcasm, read again).

Up until today, I have received only wonderfully supportive and uplifting feedback each time I have posted my chapters; I thank you all for reading and keeping me motivated to continue writing about a very emotionally and physically exhausting time in my life.

This afternoon, however, I came across this little “gem” left for me on Chapter 10 of The Making of King:


Anonymous said...
Ugh! I can't stand reading this self-centered garbage! You sound like a ball busting cunt who doesn't deserve a good man like Patrick. Someday he will hate you for the way you've treated him.


My first instinct was to delete this comment immediately since it sounded like it came a very hateful and miserable place but upon further reflection, I feel oddly empowered that somewhere along my coming-of-age journey, I’ve transformed myself from a nerdy, shy, insecure, and pushover of a girl to a “self-centered ball-busting cunt.”

I then sent the comment to Patrick—who wooted and hollered that “Yeah! I have a supporter!”—and he went on to write an email to some of his buddies to show off his newly anointed “unsung hero” status on my blog.

And now, my twin sister can’t stop gleefully calling me a “ball-busting cunt,” wondering out loud how she can get herself christened with such a punchy and full-of-attitude moniker.

As for me, I am still in awe—almost giddily so—that I have somehow gone from a doormat to a ball-busting cunt and thank my faithful anonymous reader for lending me a title and persona I shall use moving forward on days I feel under the weather or a little weak. A BALL-BUSTING CUNT…yep, I can get used to this.

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