Family
For my mother
Dear Mom, I never told you how proud I am of you. For the longest time, I was in pain. Pain for what I thought you had caused me, for the lies, the betrayal. However, it was not you that lied, it was not you that betrayed, it was not you. I was blinded by the lights and sparkles of something different; I was young and naive.
By The Clarkbar844 years ago in Confessions
Irene Means Peace
Of course my mother's name is Irene which is originally a Greek name meaning peace. My mother was not born a Grecian, but a full blooded Portuguese woman, as far as we can tell from my hard to trace maternal family genetic tree. She started her life in 1928 on the island of Maui and moved to the mainland in her 20s. She had only an up to 8th grade education. This is my letter to my Mom telling her all of my secrets, wishes and desires I have never told her before.
By Wren Lee4 years ago in Confessions
The Musical Secret I have Hidden from my Mother
Well, I guess it is time to come out straight about this. Before, though, I should address some things. I am a huge fan of music, I could not get through a day without music. Music is nearly a part of me. I am listening to music currently while writing this. My mother and, late, father bonded over music. They specifically bonded over a rock band called Pink Floyd, a British rock band founded in the 60s and 70s. They also had some other music, like Led Zepplin, The Doors, and many others I could not possibly list.
By M. James Manwiller4 years ago in Confessions
The Things I Wish I Would Have Said
Dear Mom, There are things that I never told you. I had thoughts that I desperately I wish I would have shared with you, when I had the chance. I chose to handle everything on my own and it took years for me to understand that everything you did was to protect me. I did not have the courage to say I needed you in the past, but I do now.
By Ashley Nicole Gonzales4 years ago in Confessions
Words Unsaid
No one ever prepares you for the loss of someone so sigificant at a young age. No one expects you to lose a parent at a young age, so why would you need to prepare? But the one thing I wish I would've known is how you felt leaving this earth at 40-years-old. Leaving your family, and friends, behind. Never being able to watch the rest of your grandchildren be born, grow-up, etc.
By Devon Renee4 years ago in Confessions
The Mother I Use to Know
There was a time when I thought you were perfect. And not in that superficial, I-love-you-so-you’re-perfect way. I really did think you were perfect. Anytime I didn’t know the answer, you had it. If I didn’t know how to do something, you did. You were everything to me, but I never could have imagined who you would become. You were my perfect example of who I wanted to be when I grew up. But now I’m grown, and that woman I used to admire no longer exists.
By Rebecca Jones4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom
Dear mom, My confession is that I will never hate you. I want to. I think it would be easier to hate you for all you have done and said to me and around me. But I can't. I don't know that I love you or miss you anymore, I just know that hating you is something I can never do. But I can thank you for letting me go and letting me down.
By Sara Caramella4 years ago in Confessions
Dearest; Joan Lilly New-belt
Dearest Joan Lilly New-belt; Good day, Mrs New-belt you will not know me. I am struggling with my wording, feeling some insecurities atm (at the moment). I am sure, I will try to do my best. Hoping, that within what I state that you can acknowledge this letter. In return of you being intrigued enough to want to get to know me.
By Barbara Reno4 years ago in Confessions
