Family

Why I didn't Run Away when I was Young
So, There's been something I've been hiding from you mum. When I was 12, I attempted to run away from home. I tried to run because I wasn't happy with my life. I just wanted to live somewhere else, Hide somewhere where nobody would find me.
By JinxyPinky 4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of a confused and changing daughter
Hey Mum, So I know you're not expecting this, but I have a confession to make. Remember that time when I was like 5 and you were serving dinner - mashed potato with butter, sausages and some veggies - and you found one of the sausages in the tray was partially eaten and left in the tray with the rest of the food?
By Ash Digest4 years ago in Confessions
Between Phone Calls. Top Story - May 2022.
Dear Mom, If I’d only had the capacity to understand then, 25 years ago, what I know now we would have been closer. After my sister was born I felt obsolete. Whether that was fair or not really wasn't relevant. I was eleven and an only child until she arrived. From my young point of view she took all of your time away from me. I was lonely.
By Jo Mcvay4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mother, You're a bad parent!
Dear Mother, Today is mother's day and instead of giving you a beautiful card with meaningful words I turned it into a bad parent card. This was 3 years ago and we have never spoken about this card. I was very angry for being emotionally manipulated into buying a house and living with you and the rest of the family until I turned 40. And the only reason that situation changed is because I married a very caring and supportive husband. You know they guy you said looked like bad news. At a younger age I craved your approval and understanding but you've never given me your approval on judged my choices at every turn. By emotionally manipulating me you held me back and kept me from becoming a healthy adult in the time span I was supposed to. Instead I'm now 40 and living on my own for the very first time. You actively held me back because you didn't believe I could handle my responsibilities yet I was expected to be responsible for all of you at the house and the finances. While I made myself very responsible at the age of 15 I still have no idea how to run a household because you always took the wheel. You did me a great disservice by holding me back. And yes you did get to be close to your grandchildren but they weren't your only ones and I wasn't your only child. Why did you make me buy this awful house and stay with you for so long. Did you really need my money or did you truly believe I couldn't or wouldn't take care of my son? I do hope your motivation was money because the other is hypocrisy. You can't tell me I'm not allowed to move out with my child or you won't help me when you did it for both my brother and sister and simultaneously made me responsible for your finances through my career. Why were they treated better in this way? I know you don't always agree with me or like my life choices but lately you've been keeping your opinion to yourself and I like it that way. You've helped us when we needed it and continue to do so but you were pretty angry when we asked you to move out after waiting for 2 straight years and hearing, the apartment is almost done. I respect you just because you are my mother so I've chosen to not be "that B" according to my daughter and forgive you. I will never forget but there is no reason for me to hold on to the anger and sulk. At some point in the time of those last few years I no longer craved your approval for my choices and stopped taking your actions personal. I even enjoy our frequent shopping trips and visits now that we aren't stuck in this pickle. While I may never know your motivation for the way you manipulated me I do know that you love me unconditionally and that is something you don't' throw away. I may not always agree with you or even like you on days but I will always love and respect you and make a big deal about how hard you work and all that you sacrificed for my family. Maybe you weren't a bad parent and just didn't know how to be with me due to how difficult I could be or demanding. You too were young when you had me. I do know you should never be jealous of the relationship I have with dad. I can't help that we connect like we do and enjoy each others company. He's your husband and my father, he should be free to be both instead of worrying about you and your jealous actions. You can deny it all you want but I know you are jealous of me and it just doesn't make sense to me. I'm your daughter too. That concludes the big confession of my feelings for you. Turns out I love and respect you and don't' want us to be at odds so forgave you for everything you ever did to me. I want my mom to be in my life like she is now. I look forward to our shopping trip this Friday.
By Christy Bang4 years ago in Confessions
Mom, I forgive you
Dear Mom, Mother's Day just passed, and I had one of those moments. You know, the moments where I think "I'm going to call Mom," then remember. Remember that I wasn't there at your hospital bed, remember the last time we were together we argued. Remember you never heard me tell you I forgive you.
By Erin Nanasi4 years ago in Confessions
A weeping daughter
Hey mom, I hope you’re doing well. I know you love me. So do I. You are the best of all mothers. Being the only child and only daughter of the family, dad and you have poured your tenderness, care, and love upon me. Even if dad is not alive anymore, I’m still grateful for the attention, sacrifices, and devotion you guys have shown me since birth.
By Michel Tetchi 4 years ago in Confessions
At The End
It’s strange how quickly life seems to fly by. One moment you’re a child, innocent and playing in the dirt, and then suddenly you’re an adult with responsibilities and obligations. In the blink of an eye, you’re old, waiting for your grandchildren to visit you. It’s strange how my mind continually wanders to my mother.
By Emilie Turner4 years ago in Confessions
My mother crossed over
We all lit candles for you in a park telling the story of all the injustices you've faced from being born into a marginalized community in Canada: indigenous. We told the story of how you were hospitalized when you were pregnant with our baby sister and that you and she weren't supposed to make it, but you made it. Today she has done modeling, finished college, and works in the education system.
By Irene Mielke4 years ago in Confessions
"Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but...”
Your hands brittle and wrinkly, your eyes filled with love when you see me, your smile when I speak of my day filling your heart with joy. You were the first one I felt when I was inside, your days in which you spent crying I felt. The days you laughed I felt. The pains I caused you I felt, yet never did you give up on me. When I was born your hands held me with tenderness and love. When I cried of hunger your love fed me and kept me warm.
By Manuel Trujillo 4 years ago in Confessions
Why I left
Anita looks down at the note in her hands and she begins to read it her hands shaking with nerves. Dear Mom, I was stuck looking into mirrors and only seeing a shell looking back at me, a ghostly apparition that I did not recognize. Nothing was your fault, you were the only shining light in my living hell. I could never talk to you about what was going on because Dad was threatening me. He would get close to my face and scream with the smell of cigarettes burning my nostrils, he would remind me that he never wanted me.
By Brian Sattler4 years ago in Confessions
Dearest Mom
Dear Mom, I wholeheartedly hope you're doing better. I understand we haven't been as close as we were before I moved back home in 2020. I thought seeing you after the year of well-wishing and promises for a better tomorrow over the phone would spark a fire of connection and family. I'm sorry for lashing out and living in the woods instead of being with you but there's something I need to tell you that I've wanted to tell you during all of those years of being no contact.
By Shasta Monigold4 years ago in Confessions
Mother, Mother
(Note from the author: This is written from the perspective of me 2 years ago, after leaving a very abusive relationship. I'm 20 years old now, and relatively okay now! My relationship with my mother is still unconventional, but it has healed immensely. Enjoy!)
By Erin D4 years ago in Confessions