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By Peter Johnson9 months ago in Confessions
He Earned a Million a Year and Married an Internet Celebrity, but He Cried Bitterly Late at Night: These Three Types of Wives Are a Man's True "Top-Notch Life"
I came across the hot topic "A Post-90s Financial Upstart Married an Internet Celebrity with Millions of Followers" on the trending list. At the wedding scene, luxury cars lined up, and the bride's wedding dress was studded with broken diamonds. The comment section was filled with messages like "So envious" and "This is what it means to be a winner in life." However, at the class reunion last week, my cousin who works in investment banking said with red eyes, "Now I'd rather use all my savings to exchange for a wife who can have a bowl of hot noodles with me."
By Mr.kong9 months ago in Confessions
A Heart Rewritten
I didn't know where to begin, so I started with myself........... Breaking up with someone with whom you wanted to live your whole life feels devastating. I could never love someone the way I loved him and I absolutely mean it. I cannot be that version of me again and I don't want to be either. I am afraid of keeping expectations because it breaks all the time. There is a plus side of not having expectations from anyone because when they do something good for you, you genuinely feel surprised. I can never love that passionately again. It brings out something dark from within me. I have built my emotions in such a way that nothing bothers me anymore. If someone disappears from my life, I won't be that affected. I might miss them but not so much. The things which are out of my hands, better not stress over it.
By Phoenix10 months ago in Confessions
Word of the day: お酒
It is almost the end of Easter, but I am thinking of going to the store and buying some alcohol to get the edge off the whole thing with my brother and grandma. They are very difficult people to be around for long periods of time. They actually weren't that bad today but still having it be longer than an hour is too long.
By Kayla McIntosh10 months ago in Confessions
“The Stranger at Table 9”
That day, the café was crowded. Not in a bad way, just loud enough to remind Emma that she wasn't alone even when she thought she was. As she watched the oat milk swirl into warm patterns, she stirred her coffee erratically. Her laptop flashed a blank Google Doc. “The Next Chapter” was written in the title bar. Ironic. She had even forgotten the title of the current chapter. Her ex-fiancé had been gone for three weeks. No note merely a neatly packed suitcase and a voicemail beginning, "I'm sorry." She felt like a shattered mosaic herself as she attempted to write a blog post for a lifestyle website called Unfiltered & Whole. She first noticed him at Table 9. He didn't pretend to read, type, or look at his phone. He was merely present. Hair was a little unkempt, tall. A patch on a denim jacket said, "Tell your story, even if your voice shakes." She was drawn to that patch. He noticed her staring when he looked up. He smiled instead of turning away. Kind, not in a flirtatious way. Open. As if he saw her. As if he knew. A barista came by with a muffin a minute later. She handed it to Emma and said, "From the guy at Table 9." He stated, "You appeared to be in need of something sweet that wasn't digital." Emma looked up. She was torn between laughing and crying. The guy and the barista had already left. Vanished.
By Nafis Ahmed10 months ago in Confessions
I Loved Them, But I Let Them Go... Here's why.
Love isn’t always soft. Sometimes, it arrives like a fire, hot, blinding, and too wild to hold for long. That’s the kind of love I had with her. The kind that made my chest ache in the best and worst ways. The kind that whispered, “This can’t last,” even while it bloomed.
By Cassey910 months ago in Confessions
I Found a Breakup Letter in My Coat Pocket — and It Was Addressed to Me
It had been almost a year since we ended things. No big fight. No dramatic walkout. Just silence. A slow fade-out. Like a movie you keep watching, even when the credits are already rolling.
By Ishaq Ahmadzai 10 months ago in Confessions
I Ghosted My Dream Job — Here’s Why
It was supposed to be the one. The job I’d been working toward for years — the kind of position I used to daydream about when I was buried in spreadsheets at 10 p.m. or silently crying in a bathroom stall during lunch breaks. It had the title, the pay, the remote flexibility, even the trendy company culture I thought would finally make work feel like something other than survival.
By Ishaq Ahmadzai 10 months ago in Confessions
