Family

Promising Young Woman
Dear mum, I’m depressed. It feels a bit weird to spell out those scary monstrous words without gaslighting myself or pretending I’ve got it all under control, or the looming fear of judgement hanging over my head. And even though I’m currently scribbling these words on a piece of paper, and the paper couldn’t possibly talk back, still I’m scared, my heart is currently beating with anxiety and I feel naked.....and vulnerable.
By Damilola4 years ago in Confessions
I Should Have Told You
Dear Mom, Years have past since I've seen your face. The last time I talked with you we both said things we wish had been left unsaid, but in the moment we used words like ammunition. I knew which words hurt you the most, the ones that dug deeper than any bullet could. We screamed and yelled at one another until I was sure that I had won, reveling in your silence. Mom, it has now been years since I have seen you face and I find myself missing it more each day.
By Jared Schellenberg4 years ago in Confessions
I've never said this out loud.
Hi mom, I've never said this out loud before, but I don't like you. I can't escape the fact that I love and care for you. It is a part of me—you've instilled it so. But the more I grow up and navigate all the complexities of life you tried so hard to shield, the more I'm realizing how ill-equipped I am to face them.
By Jenny Kim4 years ago in Confessions
Because Of You...
Hey Mom, So, I have to confess, you were right all along; about everything. I'm sorry for never listening, I really should have known. So many times you were exactly right, and sometimes I actually did realize it at the time, but I still didn't listen. I guess I never did grow out of being a know-it-all. The big one though, was when you begged me not to marry him. I knew damn well you were right, but I was so sure that I could "fix him" and that he just needed "the right woman" and more so, that I was that right woman. And I let pride get in the way and was too embarrassed to call it off.
By Sarah Beaumont4 years ago in Confessions
Mom, I Read Your Love Letters. Top Story - June 2022.
I learned about the place I was forbidden to explore when I was in elementary school. "Don't go in there!" you shrieked, higher pitched than normal, when you turned and saw me sitting over your bottom bedside drawer, peering inside. Your static movements, and the way your body fought to hold itself back from lunging forward and grabbing me, told me I'd crossed a line I ought not to have crossed.
By Lissa Bay4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mama
Dear Mama, I can count on one hand the number of times we’ve agreed about anything important. I’ve felt your worry for me more than any other sentiment. More than judgment, more than pride, more than companionship. I’ve come to realize that worry, to you, is an instrument of love. Staying awake at night, waiting for me to get home. Texting and calling with frantic questions about my life choices. Demanding my sisters and friends to promise they will look out for me, the disobedient one.
By Brynn Mitchell4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom, Do You Ever Wish You Would Have Just Let the Boys Hang Me?
I mean, I can’t say that I’d blame you. I did try to kill you, after all. No, not on purpose! I’m not a psychopath.... at least I don’t think so.
By Cathy holmes4 years ago in Confessions
Not a Typical Confession
A confession to my Mother, after I traveled back in time and met her as a little girl.... This past mother’s day had me reflecting and reminiscing on my childhood, and memories of being a mom. I was thinking of the good and bad times, even the bold and least desired ones.
By Nikki B.4 years ago in Confessions
Now A Grown Up
As a little girl, I played with baby dolls just like most girls. I would do their hair, even make clothes from old socks. During that time, I thought of how I would treat my children when I was older. How I would care for them, dress them and I even talked to them with such love.
By Nadia 4 years ago in Confessions
I've Been Afraid to Tell You
"If you want to be my new mommy, you can wear my mother's veil." Do you remember the day I proposed to you? I was almost five years old. My mother had died when I was three, and daddy brought you home to meet us.
By Judey Kalchik 4 years ago in Confessions
Residuals
My time writing for vocal was very brief. I wrote 6 stories for 6 different challenges and did not win 3rd, 2nd, or 1st place. I did spend $139.86 to perfect my craft and am even more ready for the world. Thank you for your time.
By Imani Mary4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom
I remember the day I tried to tell you. I was a senior in highschool, somehow five years ago now, and I suddenly hated the fact I’d been cheating my way through pre-calculus all year. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so guilty in my life. I tried to come clean, because I wanted very much to feel not-that-way. You were having a rough day as it was, and when I beat around the bush about it you asked me if it would help or hurt our relationship, if you really needed to know, and I realized you didn’t. I’m sorry I lied to you, and I’m sorry my only thought behind confessing (at the time) was my conscience, and not our relationship.
By alan pierce4 years ago in Confessions