Family
Dear Stepmom,
Dear Stepmom, These confession to you are difficult. Before you read them...if you read them, just know that I care about you so much and I would never want to hurt you…or intend for you to see this…but what you’ve done to me hasn't stopped hurting and this feels like a good place to get things out so…here we go.
By Madelynn Bilbrey4 years ago in Confessions
A Letter to a Lost Mother
Dear Mom, It has almost been fifteen years since you died. I was only eighteen, still a child. Of course, I didn’t think so. I’ve learned so much since then. I’ve changed in a lot of ways. I’m older, wiser and can look back and understand things much better than I did at the time. I really wish I could speak to you again, if only for a moment. There was so much tension, bad blood and just so many things that was never settled. As much as I’ve tried to move on I can’t honestly say I have. As much as I grieve, it never seems to lessen. I’m even crying right now just trying to write this letter that you’ll never read.
By Justin W Parks4 years ago in Confessions
A few things...
Hey Mom! I never told you this before, but…well, there are a few things actually. Gosh. My hands are shaking as I type this. It shouldn't have taken me so long, I know that. I was…well I was angry. Angry at dad, the world, you - even though you didn't deserve it. That anger blinded me to a lot you did for me growing up.
By Nicholas Jansen4 years ago in Confessions
For you, Mom
Hey mom, I have a small secret I’ve kept from you. I don’t know if it will surprise you or not, but when I lived at home, do you remember how my cats would sometimes sit on the table? Zoey, Snickers, Rusty, Milly—all of them? Though Zoey and Snickers have passed on, I feel it is fair to tell you this.
By Dawn S4 years ago in Confessions
Hello, Mom
Hello, Mom Is that really how I should begin this letter, with the ever-present taste of my grief in my mouth? It's been nineteen years, nearly twenty now, since you left me and, while the pain has certainly dulled, it lingers still. Like you do, I suppose. Sometimes I imagine I can feel you around me, a whispering presence that I take some comfort in, but it's been a long time since I've tried to speak to you.
By Nita Hendrix4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom: Too Mature
Dear Mom, You once said you thought you should have held me back in school. Age-wise, I was a full year younger than my classmates - which I assume is what your concern was. It certainly couldn't have been my maturity. I was more mature than most of my classmates - more mature than I should have been at such a young age.
By Rachal Flewellen4 years ago in Confessions
