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Small lessons
I liked you. They say you should go after you want and I did that. I told Ally I liked her. She was a junior with short curly black hair that shaped her round glowing face perfectly. She always wore loose clothes that did not necessarily hang on her in a way that most girls wore in my class, but made me notice her cute style. I was attracted to her because she seemed different.
By M.K Jonae5 years ago in Confessions
What else could go wrong? (The One Question to Never Ask)
There are a few things in life that teach you, absolutely, about Who You Are. Moments that, while happening, show you to yourself. One of them is grief. Another one is heartbreak. But a moment of embarrassment, in my experience, proves to be the most direct in revealing everything You Are in one (nauseating) moment. There’s something about realizing, instantly, that you look foolish that slows down time. The outside world drowns away and for a moment you realize you’ve been thinking that your heart exists inside of your chest when, in fact, it’s located in your ears... both of them! The blood flow that consumes your face makes the obvious agony you’re feeling known to the outside world and the immediate swoosh of heat that rushes all over the body makes the un-comfortability all the more… uncomfortable.
By Nadia Iris5 years ago in Confessions
Can I Touch your hair?
We started talking on a dating app, that rhymes with the word Minder. After a few weeks of back and forth messaging she gave me her number. It started out casual, and our communications would consist of memes or funny situations shared from our daily lives but, There was one night where the conversation jumped to a deeper topic. She shared a meme with a Pokémon on it and that started a 7-hour text conversation about the intricate nature of the Pokémon world. I admitted to her that one of the reasons I majored in Animal science was because of this game, and that most people I talked to thought that it was weird.
By Ian5 years ago in Confessions
Awkward Confessions
I think its time to be honest with myself, I have been single for over 5 years. I'm at the age ( 30 to be exact) where my group of friends & family members are married & have children. But here I am stuck like glue in someway when it comes to love & marriage. Within the last 3 years I have attended nearly 10 baby showers, 3 engagement dinners & 2 weddings. Financially it was draining because I had to buy so many gifts & outfits that I lost count. But looking back it dawned on me that I'm still "alone". I don't believe that marriage or kids is the perfect recipe for a woman to feel fulfilled or be happy. I don't envy the relationships of my friends but I sure do wish that I wasn't single sometimes. When my mom asked me when I was going to get married or even have kids I kind of dismissed her really out of shame & embarrassment. Once a woman hits 30 society has conditioned her that if she isn't married or expecting children then something must be wrong with her. You know once a woman hits 30 her biological clock starts "ticking" and she must have a marriage planned & her life all figured out at 30 REALLY at 30. Well I must admit something is wrong with me I'm still not over my ex boyfriend who I dated in high school which was so long ago. I'm not even going to tell you how long just know it was a long time ago. He's married with 2 children (I find that out by looking on his wife's Facebook lol) but I still find myself thinking about us & what could've been. We had a really nasty breakup followed by my family moving to a different state. This was pre social media & I didn't even have a cellphone so there was no way we could keep in touch or even apologize to each other. Since that day I have never seen him in person again I have seen him online but that's about it. He was my first REAL crush my social media passwords is his name & his age when we broke up. I didn't realize that I wasn't over him until my therapist pointed it out because she couldn't figure out why I wasn't allowing myself to be vulnerable or completely open to men. She suggested I get closure by trying to meet with him but I didn't think that would be a good idea, he has moved on with his love life & I don't think it would be fair to interrupt it because of my feelings. I have dated some great guys since then but I want to feel the butterflies I felt at 16 when it was just me & him walking home from school sharing a medium strawberry milkshake with one straw. Taylor Swifts album Fearless was literally the soundtrack of my love life we had our own personal song. We shared our deepest secrets he told me things that I will take to my grave because of my loyalty to him. It would be nice if we randomly bumped into to each other or even had dinner, wishful thinking huh? I still remember us talking about him going away to camp after sophomore year, catching up on basketball games & playing truth or dare. I've been trying so hard to manifest love into my life I would really love to have a prince charming who sweeps me off my feet. But I'm still holding on to a fairytale that we will end up together when its all said & done. I know it sounds a bit delusional & far fetched but if I had one wish that would be it.
By Mary Skies5 years ago in Confessions
No Regrets
Living in New York City can really put a dent in your in finances and I'm not talking about a little dent like the ones you see on car doors that obviously parked to close to another car in the target parking lot, I'm talking about huge dents like a bulldozer hitting a wall of steel, mater of fact lets just say my funds were non existent!
By Krissy Romero5 years ago in Confessions
DVD
We were young and didn't have any children yet, so we always let his sister and brother come over to stay the night. We would play video games, watch movies, and ate popcorn and we made the most out of the night. Just fun nights. One night I rented a DVD from blockbuster for us as we usually did, It was to be returned within the next two days. I went out for work that morning and I had forgotten to grab the DVD, no big deal, I thought. Oh, how wrong I was about that! I came home from work that night, his sister seen me come home and ran across the street to my house wanting to hang out. I was the cool sister-in-law, and I liked the company, Plus he was already drinking and he was already drunk. His sister and I were sitting on the couch, she was telling me about her day and we were laughing and giggling, he heard us. He couldn't stand seeing me happy it was like he would hit me on purpose so my laughing would immediately turn it into crying. He was walking toward the living room and he had seen the DVD and started yelling, I said "I'll take it back tomorrow" he immediately started swinging at me and grabbed me by the neck, choking me. DVD in one hand and my neck in the other, the DVD case went across my face while he was still choking me, I begged and pleaded for him to stop, and by this time I was crying the DVD going across my face over and over again. It felt like the last time he did it as hard as he possibly could, by this time my face felt numb. So numb I started to not be able to feel what was happening at the time. I had thought that it was almost over but then I realized that this is just the beginning of my suffering. Keep it in mind that his sister was still there watching us, she was crying as suspected, because she didn't know what to do or what was happening at the moment. I do remember her asking for him to stop, it was just a DVD, as this happened he just began to get angrier. He still had his hand gripping my throat, he slammed my head into the wall so hard and my head busted through the wall and I was begging him to stop, I couldn't breathe. I was so cautious of what might happen next "I said take back the DVD!" he said, at this moment his sister was so scared she took off running home. I thought to myself that she might have run to go get help, Thank my lucky stars! My head in the wall, his hand around my neck choking me, I was thinking that she finally ran to go get help. He finally took the DVD case and slammed it to the wall 2 inches away from my head, he released my neck and said "Take back the DVD now." It was finally over and come to find out his sister had run across the street into the room because she was so scared to tell anyone including her parents of what happened and what he was doing. I was heartbroken but understood at the same time. She was just a child and for a child that would be a lot to handle and comprehend what happened. I thought someone finally seeing his true personality and seeing his true colors was going to help me. The next day his sister walked up to me and looked me in the eyes and said "I am sorry, I was so scared and I didn't know what to do, I'm so sorry".
By Lizzy Allen5 years ago in Confessions
Uteruses, “Whaatsits” and Snickers Bars…
When my doctor told me I had “one hell of a big uterus” I was in such a state of elation after giving birth that I took his words as a compliment. I even thanked him as if he’d complimented my hair. It never occurred to me that he was making a clinical observation, albeit a bit blunt, because my baby weighed a hefty 10 ½ pounds.
By Laura DeRue5 years ago in Confessions
Circle K’OD
So, in the recent past I was a teacher at an International school in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. A dusty and lawless city, full of skyscrapers, tuktuks and packed with people. Anyways, it was in this place that I met one of my best mates, Ben. Ben is an English chap who is two years my senior (28). I met him at school and we became friends, best friends, maybe even soulmates. Anyways, let’s fast forward this a bit. Picture this, a Saturday morning and I’m hungover from a relatively big Friday night. While contemplating life and the decisions past I get a call from Ben, the man that put me here the night before. My mouth still stuck to my pillow I let it ring, because I know where it’s going. However, Ben and his persistence are key here. So I answer the second call wherein Ben attempts to convince me to come to a pub on the infamous riverside (filled with tattoo parlors and lady bars) very chilled place with a pool and a laidback Aussie owner. I try say no but Ben promises me it’s a chilled day. His daughter Jasmin, who is two, is there. This is supposed to engine the safety of childcare and responsibility not leading us astray, it did not. So my arm is twisted and I’m on my scooter cruising down the riverside. So we chill at this bar for a bit, having beers and watching Jasmin swim, feeing safe in adulthood. Our mate Zeke joins us as well as a few of our fairer sex friends. Pretty soon the sun is going down and the night is turning (we sent Jasmin home, just so you know). Anyways, fast forward a bit more and we are at a bar called the Blue Dolphin, real classy place. And now we are absolutely fucked. There’s now some 15 of us, as we’ve picked up some strays, including some old American dude called Kev and some Irish backpackers. We’re playing games, banging on the tables, being wonderfully obnoxious, which ends up getting kicked out the bar by an angry Khmer woman. Then we are on my scooter again Ben sitting with his back against mine, beer in hand, legs swung out like a drunken sailor, me swerving trying not to kill us or anyone else. Anyways, everyone decides to call it a night and meet back at mine for beers and morning shenanigans. Apparently Ben, Kev and I have different ideas. We end up digging up a craving for Chinese street food at 3am on one of the main roads. So there we are, three white dudes and a bunch of Asian guys. We’re eating Dimsum, having beers and talking shit. Anyways we leave in good spirit, part ways with Kev who is never to be seen again. Ben is cruising on his scooter and me on mine. We are cruising down Monivong Blvd. Ben comes in close and tells me he is sure that he’s left his wallet and passport at this restaurant. So we turn back and have a search at our new local. Now this is where things get hazy. Anyways, we search for his things (I’m guessing) but come up empty handed. So as we are walking out there’s dudes outside cooking meat, chatting shit and having beers, as you do at 3am. Anyways, apparently one of the guys passes a comment and says something in Khmer, not knowing Ben speaks fluent Khmer. Ben turns around and is like:’ Hey man that’s not cool.’ Now, apparently this is where I took issue with this guy (never been in a fight in my LIFE but all of a sudden I’m the baddest motherfucker around) and I apparently go in on this guy so much so he walks away and sit down on a chair, half cowering. Anyways I’m so involved here that I don’t notice what’s happening behind me. Ben comes up and taps me on the shoulder and says: ‘I’ll come over the top mate but just know we are going to get fucked up.’ Anyways I turn around and there’s 15 topless Asian dudes in a circle around us. The security guard lookin nervously on from the fringes. So I make the mature decision to get on my scooter and get the fuck out of there. So Ben and I bounce after narrowly escaping a beating. Anyways that’s the last memory. We wake up next to each other in my bed half naked, as has happened more than I would care to admit. having no idea what went on. Remembering almost fighting 15 Cambodian dudes. But that was it.
By Timothy worthington5 years ago in Confessions
Little ventured
It is a sad cruelty of life that anyone should have to go on a first date at the ripe old age of 63. But the twists and turns of life often deliver us to a station that is far from where we thought we would arrive. These are the thoughts that meandered through her mind as she was getting ready for the unlikely outing.
By Dorothy Prophet5 years ago in Confessions
