Embarrassment
I am as chalant as it gets
Oh, act like you don't care! Don't show emotions or else you will be deemed uncool, don't smile too loud, be silent about your victories, don't be so passionate about the things you love, don't text first, don't reach out first, play hard to get- oh, and the list goes on. The new trend of being the mysterious black cat is the propaganda I am not falling for, don't get me wrong, it is not something I am against or hold my grudge against. I truly believe if you are authentically like that, there is nothing wrong with being that way, but for all the ones who actually are yappers and the ones who fill the room with love and light, this trend just invalidates their existence.
By Hridya Sharma8 months ago in Confessions
The Silent Battle Before I Became a Mother. Content Warning.
Everyone dreams of becoming a mother, but not everyone knows the silent pain behind that dream. This is the true story of how I became a mother after years of emotional struggle, societal pressure, and unexpected challenges a journey that changed my life forever.
By Mariam Akter8 months ago in Confessions
I Tried to Save My Marriage, But It Was Destroying Me. Content Warning.
My name is Ayesha. I was just a high school junior — in class eleven — when I was married off in 2023 through a family arrangement. My father's financial situation was far from stable. We were four siblings, and my elder sister and brother were already married. My brother’s wife didn’t like me much, mainly because I was still studying and my education expenses were considered a burden. So, to lessen the financial load, my family married me off at a young age. My husband’s family was financially well-off, and in the beginning, things seemed okay. I was treated with love and care by my husband and in-laws. A year into the marriage, I gave birth to a baby boy. That’s when everything started to change. Suddenly, I wasn’t allowed to go out with my husband. Even something as small as asking for a chocolate would lead to rejection or humiliation. I was forbidden to visit my parents or talk freely with relatives. I wasn't even allowed to speak with my cousins, especially male cousins some of whom were younger than me. If I did, I would be scolded, abused, or even beaten. When my grandmother died, they didn’t want me to go. I had to fight to attend the funeral. The same happened when my maternal grandmother passed away. I was heartbroken, but they cared little. My husband became controlling and abusive physically and emotionally. He demanded complete obedience. If I delayed even slightly when he asked me to sit or stand, he would beat me. Even if the baby had a fever or vomited, I would be blamed, abused, and hurt.
By Mariam Akter8 months ago in Confessions
Found in the Fire
The fire started at 2:12 a.m. I know that because I woke up to the sound of the smoke alarm screaming like it had a soul. For a second, I thought I was dreaming. Then I saw the light under my bedroom door—not the soft golden glow of a hallway bulb, but flickering, angry orange.
By Aminullah8 months ago in Confessions
Having Partner a Higher Libido Than Me— It’s complicated
When I first started dating Anna, I thought I had finally met someone who truly got me. We had similar Spotify playlists and dark humor, and we could talk for hours about politics and what animal we'd be if we were reincarnated (she says fox, I say owl). But within the honeymoon phase, something was brewing that I didn’t fully acknowledge until it started showing up like an uninvited guest: the difference in our libidos.
By MD Tarek Aziz 8 months ago in Confessions
Word of the day: 調整
This situation sounds like a headache. Blocking Jahon seems like a smart move, despite your reservations. As for Reo, being honest is key, but I get your concerns about potential consequences. Maybe start small and share how you feel about the long-distance. And those meds causing issues suck. Have you talked to your prescriber about alternatives? Regarding Robert, that sounds like an awkward encounter. How did things change between you two after that? It's important to communicate your boundaries in friendships too.
By Kayla McIntosh8 months ago in Confessions
The deepfake confession
It was the trial of the decade. Nathan Rourke, a quiet software engineer from Portland, sat in the defendant’s chair, eyes hollow, jaw locked tight. On the courtroom screen, a grainy video played over and over. In it, Nathan stood in a dimly lit garage, holding a bloodied wrench. The voice was his. The confession was chilling.
By Muhammad Ahmar 8 months ago in Confessions
The Night I Let Myself Fall Apart
Most people who know me would say I'm strong. I've always been the one who listens, who helps, who shows up. The person others rely on when their lives feel like they’re falling apart. And for years, I wore that identity like a badge of honor—until the night I found myself sitting on the cold tile floor of my bathroom, sobbing uncontrollably into a towel just so my neighbors wouldn’t hear me.
By ijaz ahmad8 months ago in Confessions
