Family
Dear Mommy
Dear Mommy, I officially came into this world a little over three weeks after your twenty-sixth birthday. You had to care for me all alone because the other half of my DNA disappeared around my fourth month of development. It seemed things got worse after that and I was not an easy baby. We laugh about it now but I would like to Apologize for those years. For waking up just as the sun started to peak over the horizon. For doing nothing but barely eat. Sleep, cry and fill my diaper. I rolled down a tiny hill into a small river causing you to panic even though it wasn’t deep enough to hurt me and I landed on my back. I covered the lower quarter of the kitchen with a tiny bowl of spaghetti including myself and I’d like to thank you for dealing with that.
By LunarRose4 years ago in Confessions
Hey Mom. Top Story - May 2022.
Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but... I met someone. We have started a beautiful relationship that has already lasted eight years. She and I are growing and living and loving together like true partners should. And I owe much of this beauty to you.
By Hank Ryder4 years ago in Confessions
Crushed
It happened during an argument. I could feel the switch happen. The one that decides your emotions for the next six months to a year. One sentence completely wrecked me. I still hear it. Every day, multiple times a day. One sentence that just will not stop haunting me
By The Storyteller4 years ago in Confessions
I Have Risen: The True Confessions of A Lady Lazarus
Now, I tend to go to this Episcopal Church here in Morristown, New Jersey, former place of Matthew Broderick’s sister Janet (no, really) and sanctuary to many. Most of the time, I go because I have (literally) nothing better to do, but this time was different. I wanted to expose myself to the story behind Easter, how Jesus rose to save us a-
By Jennifer Rose4 years ago in Confessions
Attention Bachelors: Act Now Because Time Is Running Out
Its been ten years since the day that my Uncle Gus passed away. He was a good man, all in all. My dear Uncle Gus had his faults; he was no angel. But, he had a heart made out of pure gold. I fondly remember he started to tell me one of the most important stories in my life. It was a story about his best friend, Mike.
By Zante Cafe4 years ago in Confessions
Letter to a Sister
For the past twenty something years, we have been having a bond that most people do have and others wish they do have as I consider us inseparable with our brother. Even though we are a few years apart, I still see you as my peer. When we always television shows together and the different show that originally aired at the time. Being just a kid in the early 2000s, I caught on to half of what I was watching and was deeply confused about the rest. However, because you were a preteen and later became a teenager, you could relate very much. When you watched the one hour teen dramas, I could not get it, well at least a few of them. Then once I became a teenager myself, that was when I fully understood how difficult being a teen was. However, the hard part was I didn't really experienced what my classmates had, like driving, going out, dating and some type of rebellion. The last part, I think you know why.
By Forest Green4 years ago in Confessions
Dreams For the Future
"Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss you'll land among the stars." These are the words I go by every since I was little. Although I'm not exactly where I want to be in life, I'm getting closer. No one prepares you for what life really is. Especially harder for those of us who don't have "normal" families. I have a mother but only knew her 6M my whole life. I do not have a father. I don't have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandmas, and or grandpops. Just me and my two older sisters. My oldest adopted me and Charlene, my middle sister, when I was just 8. My oldest, Crystal, was 21 at the age. Before all this though, I was in foster care. Staring from when I can remember. I moved to Texas at some point. Lived with Aunts at the time. They have now passed. This is the time the abuse started. Mental, Physical, and Sexual. Coming back to California I was about 7 Years old. I lived with more foster families, more unknown families. Went through more abuse. Then this is where Crystal had adopted me. Finally thought it was my home run to a happy life. Was great first few years with her, then she meet her girlfriend. Soon after we all started living together. Now with this new girlfriend and her daughter. Growing up it's always about surviving. Doing what you gotta do to get by. Now these tactics come into play. After moving in all together, they would lock themselves in the room. The only time they would come is for food, water, shower, work, take us to school, shopping every once in awhile, and or to go out to the bars. My sister, Charlene and my new sister Suzy would run off together a lot with the boys around the neighborhood. I was always told to stay behind because I was too young. I couldn't understand. I didn't mind at the time because I wanted to be by myself. Only thing I wanted to do is go to school, go do my homework, eat and go to bed. School was my escape. Everyone hated me yet felt they all looked up to me. Middle school life hahaha we all been through the drama. I realized I was way more mature than a lot of these kids. I've experienced the rough side of the world way too early. I knew about the darkness and hatred the world can give you. I wasn't scared of anything or anyone. By this age I was upfront and too real. Told everyone how it is. I got looked down and lot of kids hated me for that. As we got older many people reached out and soon appreciated me for it. Realized who I really was. I kept going through so much hardship and just never stopped. These situations made me just wanna keep pushing. To keep trying, to be the best person I can be. To be that person that I would want to look up to. I have no role models besides myself. I had a job by the end of eight grade when I was 15. That was when I also started to support myself finically. I wasn't paying rent on my own but help with bills around the house. My essential needs and food. Soon after I was able to get my car and moved out as soon as I turned 18. I was also able to finish Highschool in 3 years instead of 4. Very proud of myself for pushing myself even though I had these obstacles. Ever since I got my first paycheck at 15, was the best feeling. Being able to know I can support myself, know that I can accomplish what I want. I worked for this, I deserve this. Soon after moving out real world hit me!
By Brianna Mackey4 years ago in Confessions
The Beast and The Beauty
Moving to Tucson, AZ was not really something I wanted to do. The year was 1999. Concerns about the effect of Y2K, the year 2000 when there was a scare that things run by computers would not make the transition from years that began with 19 or less without major problems, were looming. For example, it was thought that computers would mistake '01 for 1901 instead of 2001. It was the year I would have to move back in with my estranged, abusive husband, and I had heard that Arizona was a beast of a place. An extremely hot, dry, rough state, and not a place that embraced Black people. Sigh. Decisions, decisions. On the upside, it was an opportunity to increase my salary by going from being a secretary (something I was good at), to being an engineer (something I always wanted to be). This opportunity would supply the means to become independent of my soon-to-be ex-spouse without having to struggle so much being a single parent of three young daughters. So, I took a deep breath and made the plunge to move myself and my daughters to Tucson, AZ. Yikes!
By Susan Wilkins4 years ago in Confessions
Do narcissists set their children up for failure?
Yes, absolutely. However it is possible to overcome their abuse and succeed in your life despite the trauma. I'm a daughter of a narcissistic mother in a narcissistic family dynamic. My role in the family as a child, adolescent and young adult was the scapegoat. I was put in this position because I spoke the truth, was a precocious child, was gifted with strong perceptive skills and emotional maturity and empathy beyond my years. I was also emotionally strong and could endure the abuse heaped onto me. My younger sister being thin and attractive was and still is my mother’s golden child. She and my younger brother, who was tall and athletic, would take turns being the golden children.
By Faraz4 years ago in Confessions
