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Dear mother
dear mom, my love If only i could tell you how much you mean to me. I miss you, a lot. I didn’t want you to go, I wish I could of been more close to you. I wish I understood your pain. I wish I didn’t beg for my father, the one who made you feel worthless. I wish I could’ve understood. You were so young, only 30
By AquariiWorld 4 years ago in Confessions
Letter of a Mum to the World
Roevwade I remember my pregnancy. It was the scariest day of my life. I was convinced I was going to die. Why wouldn’t I be since my mother had died during her third childbirth? Ever since I found out I was pregnant for my husband, I had been out of my mind with happiness and dread. It was what we both wanted but with the news came a kind of sickness I had never experienced. I went from weighing a decent 70kg to 59 before I got to the 15th week of my pregnancy. I couldn’t keep anything down.
By Nneka Anieze4 years ago in Confessions
It's about me, not you!. Top Story - May 2022.
Dear Mum, Here we are again. Two journals filled and counting! When Julie, you know, that therapist I’ve been seeing for the past couple of years (thanks to growing up with a challenging mother like yourself, the one you said was a complete waste of my time and money, why do I need a therapist, there’s nothing wrong with me outside of the fact that I just don’t listen to you enough!) suggested I write in a journal and get off my chest all the things I tend to say that just aren’t helpful and usually end up with you looking bewildered and wounded and me wanting to beat my head against a brick wall, I don’t think either of us thought I would be quite so prolific. She says it helps me deal with my ‘grievances’ in a more ‘constructive’ way. According to her and her fancy doctorate, sarcasm and gentle self-loathing are not overly ‘mentally hygienic’. Honestly Mum, she sounds ALOT like you when you haughtily remind me that “sarcasm is the lowest form of wit”. The primary difference between the two of you is that her judgement and condescension cost me money while yours costs me my self-esteem.
By Lilly Cooper4 years ago in Confessions
To My Mother: Everything I Never Told You In My Life
There are a lot of things I haven't informed you about. I apologize for taking so long to get everything out, but I hope you can now appreciate the influence you have made on my life. I hope you understand that the woman I am today is solely due to the woman you were, are, and will always be. Because of the wonderful woman who reared me, I am who I am. You are my role model, best friend, shoulder to cry on, favorite cook, and the best mother anyone could ask for.
By Abdullah2124 years ago in Confessions
Letter to a (*insert amazing adjective here*) Mom
Dear Mom, Even starting this letter is difficult for me. And that is exactly why I am writing it. This is meant to be a confession, but not of something I did in the past, or a singular event that needs to be explained. Instead, this proclamation isn’t one that will surprise you, but I want you to know that it is on my mind.
By Chris Mitchell4 years ago in Confessions
There is no Time like the Present
Dear Mom, When I think of what I haven’t shared with you, I don’t know if I could pick just one thing. Knowing that I can no longer share things with you kills me inside. Since your passing, I have grown so much. I know you’d be very proud of the man that I’ve become. I spent my teenage and adolescent years all but ignoring you, and the distance from you moving from New York to Massachusetts, made it so that I stopped seeing you. You spent the first 10 years of my life trying to turn me against my father, and I carried that resentment with me when I moved in with him, which made me want to distance myself from you. Growing up, I also felt like I had to distance myself from you emotionally and physically because of your battle with multiple sclerosis. It was anything but a normal childhood. I know you tried your best, and we were both selfish at times, but I never loved you any less because of our circumstances.
By Kristopher Michael Cafaldo4 years ago in Confessions
Shield of the Lioness
You are your own; in flesh, and in spirit. The bounds of freedom have no limits as you can hunt carelessly in the savannah, and dance in the trenches of danger. Your fur kissed with the warmth of the sun that turns you gold all while you sleep to the soothing cradle of the wind. You. Are. Free. To exist, Lioness.
By Jasmin McCardell4 years ago in Confessions
