Dating
I Wanted to End My Life after Being Publicly Shamed. Content Warning.
“Sometimes we tolerate unacceptable behavior from others because we don’t know we deserve better.” — Kia Stephens Sitting in the front passenger seat of a packed crew van, on our way to clean a ‘quick turnaround’ aircraft, the forty-something male colleague, sitting next to me — out of nowhere and loud enough for the male crew members sitting behind us to hear — unashamedly ridiculed me, in detail, about my genitalia.
By Chantal Christie Weiss7 months ago in Confessions
The Borrowed Sorrow
borrowed grief to survive—but the sympathy I stole became my prison. The Borrowed Sorrow I pretended to be someone else – a grieving widow, a shattered orphan – to gain sympathy and financial aid, and now I'm trapped in a web of borrowed sorrow. Every kind word, every compassionate glance, every dollar received, feels like another thread tightening around me, pulling me deeper into a lie that has become my terrifying reality. The fear of exposure is a cold, constant companion, far more real than any of the fabricated tragedies I peddle.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Confessions
Two People Under One Roof.
Riya stood by the window, watching the city bleed into the evening. The sun had long slipped behind the concrete skyline, leaving behind a purple haze that blurred the sharp edges of the buildings. Car headlights flickered below like restless fireflies, weaving through the endless traffic.
By Muhammad Ilyas7 months ago in Confessions
