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I Accidentally Ruined My Best Friend’s Relationship
I never thought I’d be that person — the one who ends up being the reason two people break up. I always thought of myself as the loyal friend, the one who would take a secret to the grave. But now, every time my phone buzzes, I feel a wave of guilt in my chest, like I’ve been caught even though no one’s said a word.
By Mic Henry6 months ago in Confessions
The Kennedy Curse: A Dynasty Haunted by Tragedy. Content Warning.
The Rise of America’s Royal Family When Joseph P. Kennedy Sr. began building his fortune in the early 20th century, he envisioned a legacy that would outlast him. His ambition, combined with his children’s charm and charisma, propelled the family into politics and the national spotlight.
By E. hasan6 months ago in Confessions
Father Figure I Never Expected
1. The First Punch I found Mac’s Gym because it smelled like my father. Liniment, sweat, and something bitter underneath—like old rage. I was fourteen, knuckles split from punching my bedroom wall after Dad’s latest "discipline session."
By Habibullah6 months ago in Confessions
“The Man Who Followed Me Home”
It’s been eight years, and I still can’t take the same route home twice in a week. Back then, I was twenty-two, broke, and living in a tiny basement apartment on the edge of downtown. The rent was cheap because the walls were thin, the plumbing rattled, and the windows barely latched.
By Moments & Memoirs6 months ago in Confessions
The Secret Hidden From The World
The island was shrouded in mist, its secrets hidden from the world. But when Emma stumbled upon an old map, she knew she had to explore its shores. As she wandered through the island's lush forests, she discovered lost treasures from throughout history: a Viking's sword, a Victorian-era parasol, a pair of Converse sneakers. Each object told a story, and Emma felt like she was unraveling the threads of time.
By Tariq Pathan 6 months ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Former Alcoholic Part 4
People need to be guided towards healthy habits regularly rather than using addictive products again. I'm almost at that point now. My life was great when I didn't drink alcohol 3 years ago, and now I attribute it to stress. It's not the stress from my job, but the toxic behavior and overreactions of my elders.
By TheNaeth6 months ago in Confessions
The world feels more quiet; lonelier even.
But maybe it is. I try to be as optimistic as I can about things I’m going through. Countless job applications with no reply? There’s more jobs to apply to. Job interviews that bear no fruit? Rejection is redirection. Almost a year of doing nothing? God is probably asking me to rest and take it easy for now. If anyone asks how I’m doing? I’ll just say I’m doing okay.
By Ethel Audrey6 months ago in Confessions
I Found My Childhood Self Hiding in My Dreams — And She Was Angry
For the past three weeks, I’ve had the same dream. I’m walking down a hallway. It’s not familiar, but somehow it feels like home. The floor creaks beneath my feet. The walls are covered in old, peeling wallpaper — soft pink roses on a yellowed background. I walk past closed doors. At the end of the hall, one door is slightly open. Light spills out. I push it gently.
By Mansoor ahmad6 months ago in Confessions
Chapter 37: Just as the Sun Rises and Sets. Content Warning.
Relapsing was a terrible feeling but by now I had learned to forgive myself, where for years I had beaten myself up. Maybe I was simply destined to be a high-functioning drug addict, on and off, in perpetuity? Maybe, just as the sun rises and sets, I would relapse every single fucking time? It dawned on me that maybe this was just going to be my fucking life, where I stumble, pull myself up, and stumble again. But I knew someone or something out there was looking out for me, and I had found gratitude for the good days; in these moments of clarity, I realized that I had been in so many dangerous situations and had basically emerged fucking unscathed.
By DB Maddox6 months ago in Confessions
Chapter 36: Drug Dealers Are People Too. Content Warning.
I was deep in the throes of active addiction when I moved into the 1 bedroom in Prospect-Lefferts. Getting my shit was tricky, and I often took “lunch” at work to Uber it back to my old place and see Brenda. I still had Joe, but he became stolidly cash-only. It wasn’t long before I established 2 new connects in the neighborhood and was getting drugs on consignment again—and running up several-thousand-dollar tabs.
By DB Maddox6 months ago in Confessions
