Embarrassment
Holes in my Clothes
Marry was going on a girls night out with her girlfriend Sue, they planned on going out for dinner and bowling at the Rex bowling alley. So she got ready. She got in the shower at 4:00 pm. She put on a pale green western button up and she put on lady wranglers her boots and she braided her mid back length hair and put her makeup and was ready to go. Sue had done the same, they were really looking forward to this day. They both had went off to college. Sue went to a local college to take a writing coarse and the other business in it was online. However, they were so, busy with work and college that they had lost touch with each other. They would call and swap stories about what they were learning and what they had planned to do after college. Sue want to be an author and she finished in two months and was already writing she said that she was writing a comedy story call What the Hell Bobby? a story about how lazy that the government employees have become. While Marry had to go through 2 year to get her associates degree. She was not to happy about it but she needed to know the essentials of business. Marry had just graduated and they were celebrating. She got there and Sue was all dressed up and her makeup was done but there were holes purposely placed in her blouse and jeans. She thought to herself What the hell bobby? Have woke up in the twilight zone or something. I know that I have not smoked some funny stuff. She kept quite all through the drive and through dinner. They bowled and she bit her lip she did not want to offend her friend and risk the friendship that they had since kindergarten. She kept getting funny looks and then this young cowboy about 26 years old holler at her and said.
By Funny Kay4 years ago in Confessions
Why do you?
Being worried on a daily basis is one thing, but imagine anything and everything to do with weddings being absolutely terrifying! Honestly, the kindest thing someone can do, is not invite me, let me send a card with money in and wish you well from home or another trusted environment.
By Rosemary D Hunter4 years ago in Confessions
I made a (big) mistake. And now?!
What a day… It started badly early in the morning, to open the eyes 😄 As you may know, I am an Agile Coach. I have been in this position and company for 3 years now. But a few weeks ago, I made my biggest mistake in production… I deleted a JIRA project.
By Alexandra Sousa4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom
Dear, Mom When I was young, you were my Sheild. There were times that when I had given up. When your words were my life vest in a sea full of hate and self-doubt. Days When my mental health would pull me down and you were always there to keep me from sinking.
By Sierra p.4 years ago in Confessions
Mother, I have things haunting me
Dear Mother, Am just hoping you can hear me. That the singing of the angels is not so loud to block out what I am trying to say to you. You know I have always wanted to ask you, “how does it feel to be in heaven?”. But every time I try, I choke on my words. Maybe it is a sign am not supposed to ask about that side of things. It has been two decades now since your death in that car accident. At that time, I was still a new born baby, just having entered this world, completely clueless of what was in store for me. Your death was like a strike of lighting, it came without notice. It was a storm in a dark night and left many of us paralyzed up to this very moment. You did not get the chance to hug me or take me for long walks along the beach. And for the times I dreamt that there were monsters under my bed, I woke up screaming alone for I had believed it is only mothers who saved their children from such bad dreams. Lately, my mind has been playing tricks on me, wanting me to believe that I have seen you somewhere in the mall, grocery store or on the train. But I guess that is how my body is still trying to cope with the grief even after all these years. Because how can I start seeing ghosts of you when the only things you left me with were pictures of you. I don’t know why but I still tell everyone the legend of how you disappeared, maybe to calm my nerves a bit. Mother, those years of when I was just a baby are long gone, am now a big boy. Am studying college and very soon I will be graduating with a degree in French literature but I know, just like everyone else that you won’t be around to congratulate me upon finishing college. That’s ok because I completely understand everything. Mama, this is probably like the seventeenth letter am writing to you. I have been doing this since I was three. It has always been a secret ritual of mine, one I can’t do without. It makes May one of my best months, better than December. I remember the first letter I wrote to you, father said that we would have to wait for the doves to come pick it and bring to heaven. But now I know, that there is no such a thing, it was all some sort fairytale. Am not complaining. Today’s letter I should say is a little bit special, because for the first time, I am writing from my heart and it freaks me out. For the record, I have never been an open book. I have always kept to myself which is not surprising because I was told you were exactly like me, introverted. I want to let you in on a secret but promise me you won’t cringe. Call it a sad beautiful confession, I heard everybody has one. Mine has been buried so deep, like a pirate’s treasure, never having seen the light of day. You very well know you are among the few people that I trust. So, where do I begin? Okay I hope this doesn’t sound awful but mum, I am gay. I like men and I have known this about myself for quite some time now. I have been exploring what it means. It has taught me to be patient and love myself unconditionally because where I live now, it’s sort of like a big crime being gay, you’re are either straight or straight. I haven’t even told father about it because I don’t know how he will take it. Being gay is hard but being a black gay man is even harder. I haven’t seen any stronger widowers like father. Telling him may turn his whole world upside down. I don’t want that. When I first realized around age ten that I had these feelings for other boys, I would cry myself to sleep, begging God to take away that part of me. Every Sunday, I would debate whether to go to church or not as I believed God did not want me there. At school, it became harder for me to focus as the bullies were always on my back calling me all sorts of names. I almost dropped out of high school because it had occurred to me that that was not a space for people like us. Nowadays, I do not pray to God to make me straight, I pray for his blessings and protection and I think he has answered some of my prayers. Last summer, I think I met the lover of my life, Rio. It was actually bizarre because it happened on the internet, of all places. On our first date, I was nervous and even had plans of sabotaging any future meetings with him but I later realized that was me in anxious mode. Rio is sweet, kind, lovely, handsome and above all God fearing. He is the man of my dreams and some day I hope to marry him. It’s crazy but I have always envisioned being a father, having my small family to travel the world with. I think Rio will also make a good father. On the other hand, part of me is worried, like pretty badly. How do I face the people I love, to tell them I have been living a lie all my life. How do I explain to them that I haven’t been my authentic self for over ten years. Won’t some of my friends and family run away after hearing about my little secret? It is some of those fears that have kept me long in the closet. It’s times like this that I wish you were here, to tell me that it is all well that ends well. Mother, I need you. Am just hoping you can hear me.
By Alana Zian4 years ago in Confessions
Embarrassing Moments
Admit that we all have our embarrasing moments. Whether your a kid or an adult you do get embarrased like everyone else. You might be the popular kid or nerd or just an average person. We know that we all get embarrassed. But the question is what do you do when you get embarrassed?
By Sargam4 years ago in Confessions
An 8-Year-Old's Mischievous Mind and Her Secrets from Mom. Runner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge.
My dearest Mom, Now that I am older, I would like to clear up some misunderstandings that happened long ago. A secret I kept from you and which I want to let go of. For an 8-year-old to discover what I did was harsh. Some things scared me, some amused me, and others intrigued me. But I can assure you I grew up a lot quicker than I should have. There were many things foreign and prohibited to me. I was an 8-year-old entering a new world of adult secrets.
By Debbie4 years ago in Confessions
Confronting Karen
My son is a very talented artist, he is the person behind the cover of my very first book! How Spirituality Saved My Life is available now! What an amazing journey this has been! I am so proud of his work that I have decided to hire my son for all of my future book covers! My ultimate wish would be to have an animated series.. for now I direct aka vent and my 17 year old sketches.. who knows what the future holds!
By The Vibe Podcast 4 years ago in Confessions
Professing My Dreams
Hey Mom, Happy Mother’s Day first and foremost because like you always said “give me the good news first, so that the bad news won't bother me so much”. So with that being said, I love you with all my heart and soul and thank you so much for being there for me. I have two confessions that I must get off my chest. I thanked you earlier for being there for me, but I feel like what I have done I know you would not only disapprove of but disown me altogether. The first confession I want to reveal is that although I am in my final semester of my Senior year at Chattanooga State, I am not attending under the same course of study that you wanted me in, which you wanted me to become a lawyer like you. I have chosen another course of study: Psychology. Yes mother, psychology. I know, I know, you always said that being a counselor to 'weirdos' as you called them, would not be a very lucrative career for me. Well mom, being a counselor to people whom you believe do not fit into the status quo is what I love to do because I do not particularly fit in either. The dollar amount is a decent salary for a counselor and I am confident I will survive. I also remember you saying that if I ever did decide to switch to another major, then you would cut me off financially. I used to be scared of not being able to survive if you stopped giving me money, but after working one full- time job and two part-time gigs, applying for a few scholarships and a private loan so that I can pay for my own college tuition and books. I switched to my major of choice when I was in my junior year and even though it set me back on graduation a few months, I am so glad that I made this decision. I do believe that right about now your reading this letter, breathing a sigh of relief because you are fully aware that there are far worse things to confess. However, as I mentioned in the beginning of this letter, I have two confessions, and I am sure you are already anticipating the second confession. The second confession that I must to tell you is that I am transitioning from man to woman. Going to college has had such a huge impact on me as far as accepting myself for who I am and not be ashamed anymore. Growing up under your roof mom, you didn't leave much room for me to embrace my individuality. You dragged me to church and forced religion down my throat, along with your church friends. You made me feel like being different was a sin, and that I was wrong to have these feelings. Even when I tried to talk to you about what I'm feeling, you would rush to the phone and call pastor and the other church members and start a prayer/fast to do what pastor calls 'Pray the gay away'. Just like school, you had your hand in my personal life as well, playing match maker with the women in our church. Your trying so hard to make me be the ideal young man that any mother would want their son to be, and I am sorry that I haven't exceeded your expectations. Mom, this is who I am and I cannot go back to pretending that I am happy when I am not, even if you are happy.
By Victoria Gray4 years ago in Confessions
