Embarrassment
Widowhood 101: The cremation mishap
Acting first and thinking later has consequences The love of my life for 45 years and my husband of 40 passed away on March 7 2021. My children, brother-in-law and I decided together to have his remains cremated and my sister-in-law purchased a beautiful blue urn in a shade that was his favorite color. I set the urn on a shelf and after moving placed it on a table in my bedroom. I rarely thought about it or looked at it because I know my husband is in heaven.
By Cheryl E Preston3 years ago in Confessions
Never Underestimate a Cycle Breaker
I've been committed to breaking the cycle of generational trauma for sometime now. I came from a severely dysfunctional home. My mother was married to a narcisscist who ruined her life. I apparently keep getting into relationships where men ruin my life. My ex was so abusive that it drove me to a drinking problem. I fall in love with potential. I fall in love with the future of what I want them to be. I disregard the red flags. And because of that, I self-destruct.
By Susan Eileen 3 years ago in Confessions
Freeze Your Fat for a Fee
*A Note to Readers: This story contains content on eating disorders. Reader disgression advised* I pulled my hood up and placed sunglass on my face for extra measure as I exited my car and walked across the parking lot. The storefront of a strip mall grew larger with each step until its awning was looming over me. I avoided eye contact with the vinyl window clings of life-sized women smiling next to enlarged photos of their stomachs. Red circles emphasized areas that contained fat or skin rolls. It reminded me of getting back a test in school, knowing it wasn’t going to be an ‘A’ by the amount of red ink that had bled through the paper. It was clear who the enemy was.
By Jenell Riesner 3 years ago in Confessions
Yes, I'm Autistic. Yes, I sometimes Hit Mom. No, I'm not Adam Lanza.
Last Wednesday was the 10th anniversary of the Newton massacre, when a young man walked into his elementary school and shot about 20 students and a teacher. I still remember that fateful day- my late mother and I were at IHop, eating lunch right before a doctor's appointment, wondering when the hell the food would get there. Then suddenly, our waittress burst out that something terrible had happened.
By Jennifer Rose3 years ago in Confessions
On being Sensitive and Quiet
When I was in the sixth grade, a girl made fun of how I talked, and I was all like, "is that how I really sound?" I decided to make videos of myself talking and I was actually surprised that that is how I sounded. I didn't like how she would mock me and I took that to heart that I stopped participating and made small talk, maybe some would consider it dramatic, or call me very sensitive. I feel that I have accepted the term sensitive to define me.
By Diani Alvarenga3 years ago in Confessions
A HAIKU CALLED
This poem was inspired by the works of Kate Curry's blog regarding the Blue Chakra. You can view her website at: https://www.darngoodyarn.com/blogs/darn-good-blog/vishuddhi-the-throat-chakra-blue-color-theory#:~:text=The%20blue%20chakra%2C%20Vishuddhi%2C%20is,effectively%20use%20our%20creative%20energy.
By Princess Rev. Nnedi Iwuchukwu, M.Msc., LMT, LMI, MMP, Yogi 3 years ago in Confessions
My Abusive Ex is the Reason I'm Fat
I know it may sound like I’m shifting the blame, but my ex is the reason I’m fat. I didn’t gain weight because he was a great cook, or because our relationship centered on going to fancy restaurants or eating fast food. The reason I’m fat is because my ex used food to abuse me.
By Jade M.3 years ago in Confessions
THINGS FOUND AT ROCK STAR DEATH SCENES
THINGS FOUND AT ROCK STAR DEATH SCENES Some rock musicians are recognised as much for their flamboyant, premature, or just plain odd demises as for their great lives. Sadly, a rock star's lack of privacy often follows them into the afterlife since, as soon as they pass away, images, inquiries, and hypotheses surrounding their demise appear online. Fans will delve deeply into the stories behind the deaths of their rock idols today more than ever thanks to social media accessibility and humanity's age-old morbid fascination with death.
By Paul Smith3 years ago in Confessions
'Get the Guy', 'Make Him Yours' and Other Propaganda
As a teen raised on Disney fairytales and Hollywood romcoms, I always dreamt of meeting the one. The perfect partner that ticks off all of my boxes and matches me like a piece of a puzzle. Someone I'd feel we were meant to be together with and will live happily ever after.
By Autumn Rose3 years ago in Confessions
