Family
Going Pains
Going Pains Mom, you’re not perfect, and that’s fine— normal, even. But I never looked for perfect in you. You loved me and did your best to ensure mine and my siblings’ happiness to make up for a lack of a father, and because that’s just your instinctive nature. You sacrificed so much for us, and I love you more than words could say. You’re all I’ve ever known. But the more I know, the less I know you. And the more I feel there’s no other choice but to go.
By Andie Rubio4 years ago in Confessions
My Family Doesn't Want Me to Write
No wonder I'm so frustrated See that photo, the kids jumping for joy? Those aren't my actual family members, but I have more than one pic of my real grandnieces and grandnephews doing the same thing. Because they're all relentlessly healthy, functional, and high-achieving, with devoted and supportive parents. And grandparents!
By Jan M Flynn4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Horrible Daughter
Dear Mom, It has been years since I have spoken to you. My last in person memory of you was shortly after my final suicide attempt and involuntary hospital hold, walking in with my then husband from my hospital stay hearing you on the phone with my first husband, agreeing with him that I was the problem, that I was the sociopath.
By Shauna Marie4 years ago in Confessions
Between the Lines
There are so many things I have told you. My first kiss, my first period, my first heartbreak. I’ve told you I loved you. And I’ve heard you say it back more times this week than most will hear in a lifetime. I’ve told you how lucky I am to have you. How lucky I am that my soul found yours. I’ve told you my fears, my dreams, my deepest hopes for life. I’ve told you that you’re my best friend. And I meant it. I’ve told you how often I look to you. How no matter what age I am, I look to your guidance like sailors look to the stars at night. Reverent and loving.
By DK Meyers4 years ago in Confessions
To the woman who brought me safely into this world
To the woman who brought me safely into this world, I’ve decided to write this to you as a reminder of what has happened and what will happen. In our lives we have lived, we have lost, we have loved, we have missed. We have hurt, we have trusted,we have made mistakes. But most importantly we have learnt. There are times where we don’t see eye to eye on things because as human beings we are all opinionated. But your love helps to shape the nation as you shape each born child that comes within your care. Your patience has made me the person I am today and blessed is an understatement.
By Tee Gasu4 years ago in Confessions
Where you slept.
December, 25 2020 Mother your care is above all what i can compare to heaven's peace.The comfort erases all terror in my mind,evaporating all negativity just with your smile. When this year has taught me more cruelty and isolation you still encouraged me to give my best.The world has shown me hatred when i was born in love,yet you knew this because you single handedly raised me and my sister's.The world has given you burden yet you still showed compassion.
By Alan Perez4 years ago in Confessions
Hey Mom, I Built You A Time Machine
Hey Mom, Surprise! I built you a time machine. No, it’s not a metaphorical time machine. I'm a science girl, not a poet! Remember all those hours you spent and all the patience you lost tutoring me for my classes, despite the fact that you were a working mom and housewife rolled into one? Well it's finally paid off because I’ve built you an actual, WORKING time machine!
By Marie Sinadjan4 years ago in Confessions
Purple
You aren’t my mum. It feels like four very ugly words to start this letter, but it’s the truth. You aren’t my mum, but you’re the only person who has my graduation picture displayed. It’s right on top of your fireplace, next to the pictures of your children and the photo of my baby that you printed out three days after she was born.
By Dani Moriarty4 years ago in Confessions
the mom i've always wanted to be
Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but ... all that I am is because of all that you were not. I do not tell this story very often - mainly because I spent 16 years of my life trying to escape the reality I was born into. At the peak of my 16th year, I stood in front of a judge and pleaded to have myself finally set free. At 16 years old, I was legally pronounced as emancipated. There were many reasons why this was necessary for my mental, emotional, and physical health. The biggest take away that I received from those 16 years of knowing you, was each and every thing I would never put my own family through.
By EMandKids | AmazingAbigailGrace4 years ago in Confessions
I'm Sorry, Mom
I’m sorry Mom, I’m sorry that I burdened you in your youth, that I stole the parts of your life that you needed in order to grow and find out who you are. It’s true that I did not ask to be born, but I’ve never been happy to have a life. No matter how much fleeting joy I’ve experienced, the pain of you not wanting me, makes none of it worth it.
By Serenity Rowland4 years ago in Confessions
The Unknown Fire
Dear Mum, This is a confession from your son. Twenty years later I feel the need to get this off of my chest and it is not simply due to the fact that these words if chosen, can offer me a monetary sum in return. It is time to talk about this as it is something that you do not know about (as far as I am aware).
By Ben Shelley4 years ago in Confessions
