Secrets
That Lump was Real
About the time we were packing up boxes to move you from your home of fifty-five years to another part of the country, I felt a lump. In my breast. I told my sister about it, your older daughter, who was helping me pack all your dishes and tablecloths and mounds of linens and platters and purses and hats and oh so many books and all the things that made you, you.
By Marilyn Davenport4 years ago in Confessions
AMA I have healed.
Dear Mums, Feliz dia de las madres. You know you fucked up when u got knocked up with me. Too bad I did not come with a warning label. I can only imagine the worry and heartbreak I may have caused you. The messes I made and the headaches. Bet you were not expecting that. But We would not be living up to the typical dynamics of a mother-daughter relationship if we were not toxic to each other. Like two same-sided magnets, we became. at such a young age I was. I remember that day, but I’ll get to it later. After that day, resentment, anger, frustration, and love all at the same time is what I lived in. Just in case you would ever want to know. With all these emotions garnished with hormones, you must have lost hair. Party girl teen, what to do? I can only imagine mom. I commend you for not unaliving me. I came out of that time into adulthood in one piece. You did your job. Celebration? Little did you know your job was not done.
By aysha valenzuela4 years ago in Confessions
My Eerie Dreams That Foretold My Life Episodes
Dream 1: I was being shot up into the high sky Soothing music, soft yellow lighting, cozy interior, quiet place. Anyone could feel calm and relaxed in such an environment. I was in a facial center ready to pamper myself.
By Life Lesson4 years ago in Confessions
Things I've Never Admitted To You
Dear Mom, I made you a promise once that I didn't understand at the time. However, it seemed to matter more than anything in the world. When I made the promise, I couldn't have known why you asked it of me. So, on this day, your birthday, and before it is mothers day, I am going to share things with you that I haven't shared before.
By The Man Behind The Mask4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom . Runner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge. Top Story - May 2022.
Dear Mom, It wasn’t Aunt Dot who stole the painkillers from the medicine cabinet. It was me. I know, I carried the guilt around with me for 36 years, and trust me, so many times I was going to tell you the truth, and then…I didn’t.
By Catherine Kenwell4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom, . Runner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge.
Dear Mom, This letter is probably way overdue but its hard to tell you all the things I want to without being scared of what you will say. The depression was hard, and I know you blame yourself for it, but we talked and I confided and you accepted that part of me; the dark parts full of depravity and loss and hatred. I know you feel it too, even if you pretend that you don't, I see it in the little comments you make, the gestures that are slow and uncoordinated, your gaze blank with the screams of millions of pieces of yourself shattering every time I, someone, screamed "I hate you!"
By Steph Ruff4 years ago in Confessions
Love will never be found
He came back into my life. We agreed, we both knew it would be temporary. It still hurts. It’s hurt everyday knowing that he was going to walk back out as easily as the first time. The vain and meaningless I love you’s whispered in my ear from time to time. The longing I feel as his arms wrap around me and he holds me close in the dark. Each day passing and I know, I know the end is near. It came quicker than I thought. The end of May.
By Lea Wilson 4 years ago in Confessions
This Is What Happened When My Astrologer Told Me I’m Psychic
“I’m psychic?” I was stunned. I only knew that I had a vivid nightmare when I was about 7 years old. I dreamed of zombies jumping out one by one from a paper door into a procession. Their stone faces without expressions foretold my merciless emotional hardships.
By Life Lesson4 years ago in Confessions
