Family
Dear Mum
Dear mum I couldn’t ever tell you this no matter how much I want to or need to. You were my best friend in the whole world the only person I felt comfortable all the time with the only person I could willingly tell everything without being judged and it’s hard because I’ve never been able to tell you and I can’t unfortunately…
By Miya 4 years ago in Confessions
Daughter's Confession
Hey mom, I never told you this before but I hated you. That is probably the most perdictable and untrue thing I have ever said; but I can't help the way I feel. When I told you that your first husband tried to do stuff with me, you brushed me off. I was 12. When I told you that your second husband did do things with me, you didn't believe me either. I ran away, I ran away from you and everything that you represented. I was 16, and I started drinking, drinking heavier than I probably should have. I experimented with substances, that now I am so glad I never got addicted to. I hated you for a very long time, even after I got pregnant at 17, even after all the help you offered me and your grandchild. I hated you because you were still with him, and I despised the fact that you loved him more than me. I wanted to scream, I wanted to cry, I wanted to die. Everything that led me to the decision of death, I blamed you for. In my ignorance, I put all that blame on you, never me or your husbands. As I got older and had more children, and then had to go through the traumatic events of my own daughter having to go through what I went through, I was horrified, and I finally hated myself. I couldn't protect her from that pain and the innocence that she lost. It made me wonder what I put you through all those years. I never told you how I felt about you, but I now believe you felt it on some level. I am so sorry for everything I put you through, everything you have suffered alone and in silence. I hope in the future we can become as close as we used to be, I want that for us. I want to feel your love and acceptance again. I want to show you how I have grown up, how I have learned over all the hardships in my life. I want to show you I have found everlasting love, which you would think would make me better at writing romance novels; but I still suck. I want you to see your grandchildren grow up, and to love them as much as I do. Confessing a secret is always hard, it is even harder when you confess to their face, and I have always been better at communicating through writing. Keeping secrets is always a huge weight pressing down on you, as if you might collapse from the pressure. I even had a heart attack because of everything I like to keep bottled up inside. It was the worst experience I have ever been through and I never want to go through it again. Life is hard, and you have to get through so many difficulties and obstacles to get where you want to be in life. I am still going through a lot of obstacles to get where I want to be, but I am glad you are still by my side through it all. Never giving up on me, always loving me. I regret that I haven't told you any of this sooner, maybe we could have repaired what was broken before and all the tragedies I suffered could have been avoided. Maybe the future would have been different, maybe not, but now we have to live with the decisions we have made in the past. There are a few I would like to change, but right now, I am happy. And that's all a girl like me can hope for.
By Taylor Michelle4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom,
Dear Mom, Have you ever wondered, “Why me?” Have you ever felt so down and out, broken and bruised, that you uttered such pitiful words? Well, I’m not proud of it, but I have. Now I have an idea. Let’s take “Why me?” and make a case for it. Let me answer my own question, prove myself in; into the equation, into the world. Let’s make a case for why “me” is good. Why all of it, life is good. For me, that starts with you, for you are my mother.
By Jessica Wolf4 years ago in Confessions
Hey Mom
Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but... man I don't even know how to start or where to begin. I wish I had all the strength to say this in a different way, except I can't and I don't have the strength. I can't sit and face you, I don't know if I ever will be able to after this. It started off like any other day. For some people, they can remember the exact day and time. They can tell you that it was a Tuesday at 6:05 am when it happened to them. For me? I couldn't tell you anything about what day it was. The day I came to realization and finally acceptance about what had gone on between us.
By Yaseen4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom, This letter is not for you.
Dear Mom, It is because of you that I will be an amazing mom. Not because you were “the best mom ever.” Not because you were an addict, abusive, or mean, but because of your absence, your inability to have the hard conversations, or hear me.
By Krystin DuCharme4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions of a Suicide
Dear mom; There is something I’ve always wanted to tell you and I couldn’t. I think a part of you knew but I’m not sure how big that part is. Mom you saved my life; I was going on a really hard path my depression was eating me like maggots to flesh. I just couldn’t fight it anymore in the end I was about to give up my life. Suicide has been something that I’ve contemplated and have attempted multiple times. Though this time was different because no one had any idea that I was doing that bad. I could still remember The day as if it was yesterday and I think I will be old and gray with wrinkles in my skin and you’ll be long gone but I will still remember this. I have a Grim Reaper tattoo on my arm with a number 13 on it. This represents the first time I tried to kill myself. I was just a child I didn’t know how important life could be or how important I could be to others. Every day would just drag on and I honestly just wanted it to be over. Growing up I idolized you I’ve always wanted to to be like you. To be half the woman that you are would be a blessing. As a woman now I remember that a lot of girls say that about their mom. For me this was different I seen how you hustled how you made sure that nothing was ever needed in my life. You were the firm hand and the best friend Mom simply you’re a bad ass. On top of that to have your perseverance and your kind heart I’d give anything for it. The day I was going to kill myself my letters were written my choice of how I was going to do it was laid out in front of me and that was going to be the end. I don’t know how but it’s like you knew it’s like you had a mom vision because you called me and you were just checking on me. You made me laugh and you told me that you love me it’s not something that we do all the time because I’m not mushy but the sentiment is always there. As I sat there pills in hand I went back to being a child. Just a little girl that wanted her mom you saved me and you didn’t even know it. To you it was just a Tuesday to me it was gonna be my last Tuesday. So thank you for being the mom that I always wanted and needed throughout my life I may have rebelled as a teenager. I know that I wasn’t always the easiest and I was your only child. You had no idea what to do with me. You were only 20 years old when you had me you were still in school. You were in a toxic relationship that was bringing you down and you still rose up from it all. For me at 20 I barely was keeping my head above water and you rose above in a way that I respected the hell out of you. To top it off when you had me you were all alone and that’s a scary thought at 20. For you to go through that and I’ve already been 20 and I know I couldn’t have done half of the things that you’ve done throughout my life . So now growing older as I am our relationship is the coolest thing that I could ever ask for. So many people are jealous of it because I tell you everything but I didn’t tell you this. How bad I was doing and how easily you could’ve lost me. You have no idea how much I owe you and how much you appreciate it. The love and respect that I have for you now will never be overturned.
By Marissa DeShields4 years ago in Confessions
the raid
hey mom I know we don't talk much anymore but I need to come clean, I'm about to tell you something I never wanted you to find out. do you remember when Jaylynn lived with us? she's my wife now but at the time we were both fifteen, and we were only dating, at this time she lived with us and the two of us went to see her family on the weekends.
By Jaysin Lee 4 years ago in Confessions
A Letter to My Mother
Dear Mommy, I could confess about sneaking out of the house with that top you told me not to wear on under my t-shirt, because you saw it as tasteless. At least I still followed your rules of decorum with regards to modesty, regardless of my fashion expression choices. I could confess about the time I went out of town to shop, although I was with responsible family friends, and called you, I felt it wasn't an appropriate activity for some reason. I might confess the detention that was not a make up quiz, that I got for bad planning on the departure time from home to elevator to homeroom. Or, I may confess that time I wasn't late with band practice, but out sharing ice cream with the young man with the Cadillac. But, I would rather confess how thankful I am that you are my Mother.
By Amy Chris Keiper aka LC Harrison4 years ago in Confessions
Look at what you’ve done!
It’s been a while since you crossed my mind, I’ve been good at keeping you in the distance. Letting you back never does me any good. Only leads me down memory lane, which leaves me in far more pain than I care to feel again. You couldn’t get away from me fast enough? Left me alone with my sister who was only 2 at the time; off to drink, party and screw up again. You didn’t bother to feed us, change us, you couldn’t even care enough to love us. You chose to abandon us, chose to give up and walk out before getting to know us. You and my father destroyed me before I could walk, you were my downfall, the start to my breakdown. My reason for wanting to jump off the edge. You wished you had aborted, remember when you told me to go kill myself just so you could dance on my grave? What kind mother could be so malicious? So vengeful, spiteful, aside from a woman who should have never been a mother. The damage you caused, the nights I cried myself to sleep as I hear again how much you didn’t want me, never fought for me hell you didn’t even show up to court to see who got to keep me, like I was some stupid trophy. But I guess I was more like a participant ribbon, the one you get so you don’t feel guilty about yourself. You didn’t care; rather look like a flake than a woman who lost to the father in court over the custody of your daughters. Do you know what it was like, having to explain why my mom was never around? Having to explain this stupid complicated family? You left, she came. I was your daughter and you never loved me, but a woman who already had 2 daughters still found it in her to love 3 more - to accept us for the broken, self destructive train wrecks that would eventually fall off the rails. losing whatever sanity we had preserved from the years of tears and the questions that always went unanswered. Let me ask you mother, what was it that you couldn’t love? What part of me was so repulsive it made you hate me so freaking much? Why wasn’t I enough? Why didn’t you ever try? Had it not been for my auntie I wouldn’t be alive, I would have known what love really was. We would have starved, would have died long before you came home from a drunken one night stand. The sad part is the little girl in me still cries for her mother, or the idea of you I had to make up inside my head. When the news hit that you had passed away, it hit me harder than I cared to admit. What you could never know is that apart of me died with you. It was a shock to me, that feeling as the it all replayed in my head. From the words you said, to the conversation we had while you laid in your death bed. I used to believe that you’d change, that one day you’d love us but that wasn’t the truth. You wanted to attention, forgiveness for the mistakes you made and like the woman I am, I released you from your guilty conscious but I realize that was the empath in me, i never want to see anyone die alone, so you got me. That’s okay, I’m the daughter who was born from darkness and chaos but difference is I’ll always choose light, always choose love. Look what you’ve done mother, I became the opposite of you.
By Chelsey Jean4 years ago in Confessions
Secrets - Letter to my Mom
My dearest Mom, I’ve always been scared to tell you how I really feel. In any given situation I feel judged by you. When I was younger it always felt like you stood against me, and it still feels that way sometimes. When you moved all the way across the country and left me and my brother with our dad, new stepmom, and three kids we barely knew, I felt betrayed. It wasn’t until I was much older in life that I knew how that change affected you too.
By Emily Ferrell4 years ago in Confessions
A Mother's Love
To my dearest mother, I must confess to you in regards to that which I could not let go. As you know all too well, I battled many addictions, and was nearly overcome by them when you took me back into your home. A broken man with little to no hope is who you remember moved into your guest room that dark October evening. I had achieved what many would call success in my professional life, but I had failed in that which matters more-love. With my hopes for marriage and a family dashed against the rocks, the pain became more than I could bare. Drugs, the arms of fast women, and compulsive gambling are what I turned to for relief. God sat waiting for me with open arms of comfort, but time and again I ran to Earthly pleasures. Each time I indulged, the sharp pain that ate away at my soul would be dulled, only to return with vengeance each morning. Nothing but diving further into the chasm of my addictions would return me to a state absent of pain. This vicious downward spiral nearly destroyed me. But then it was you, the one who first held me, that offered me a sanctuary of comfort. Loving me all the more despite my sins, you opened your home to me. As you recall, I left my career behind me and sought recovery, being engulfed in your unconditional love. Our Lord showed me mercy in the form of a fiercely loving mother.
By Luke Woodruff4 years ago in Confessions
