Family
Aging Matrimony
There was once a time that I always felt like the apple of your eye. I was the sun in your love’s universe. Beautiful poetry you wrote me celebrating our great love and how it came about. Books you crafted with your own hands, burning edges of pages and designing lovely boarders. Every word in each of these books I cherish. I read them again just the other day. I needed to remember. I know you love me, just as I love you. Our love is one for the ages; this is true. Then, life happens. Then a history of life happens. Six wonderful children we protect and parent occupying most of our time and consuming all of our disposable income. We both understand that the sacrifice is an investment in our family’s future. Many a football, basketball, baseball, softball, soccer, volleyball, cheer leading, band and dance events and games we have attended, coached, supported and of course funded over the years. Very time consuming and physically taxing all of the running around can be, leaving little “mommy and daddy time”. When we finally return from our children’s activities you are fatigued and drained and I am left to talk to myself as you nod off to our favorite program.
By Cam Rascoe5 years ago in Confessions
The Big C
It started a little over a year ago. My handsome husband wasn’t feeling well. Mike was short of breath and couldn’t make it from the recliner to the kitchen without stopping to rest, plus he was having pain in his left calf. It didn’t take long to find out he had blood clots in his lungs. They took him right from being diagnosed to being admitted to the ICU.
By Peg Luby5 years ago in Confessions
When Your Heart is "Just Too Big"
It all started when I saw a disabled man struggling and heard nothing but mockery from people I loved. At the age of nine years old, I was riding in a large van with cousins and few other family members to enjoy a Sunday lunch in another town. I didn't participate in any conversation, as I was the "quiet kid" who didn't speak up too often. Shyness was my main personality trait in my youth. I didn't want to say the wrong thing, as I've always hated confrontation, so I learned to just not speak at all.
By Dani Banani5 years ago in Confessions
Broken in fear
We have been married for 9 years now. In love for maybe two. Hated each other for at least 5. And two years...spent in limbo trying to figure it out. It’s at the end now. A marriage over. Broken and scattered. The betrayals and hurt between us enough to flood a river. Sharp words and sad intentions are all that is really left.
By Chaosstar5 years ago in Confessions
A Life In My Hands!
Life changes unexpectedly when you become a mother. It’s a hard journey but endlessly rewarding. Most stories start at the beginning but ours starts here on the 22nd of January my daughter Kyleesha’s second birthday. I’d had a rough transition after having my second child. She had a different dad to her eldest sister so naturally you’d assume the differences between them were from different genes or just luck.
By Nicole Danby5 years ago in Confessions
I Messed Up When My Daughter Told Me She Was a Boy
My child, Z, was eight when they first told me they wanted to be a boy. That word wanted really threw me. I thought it was like they were telling me they wanted to be an astronaut when they grew up. Or a teacher. Or a kickass rockstar.
By Zada Kent5 years ago in Confessions
Tonight
Tonight as I laid my head down on my pillow I started to think about you. I missed you more than I have in a really long time. I needed you more than ever before. I wanted to fight the thoughts away, but I knew it must be a sign that you wanted to tell me something. So I closed my eyes and thought of you more. I laid there for an hour and all I kept hearing you say was “never give up. Keep pushing Audrey you’re stronger than this. Don’t give up now but don’t over do. Either. Take your time. You know tomorrow isn’t promised and things can change in an instant and your rushing through your life too fast. Breathe, you’re trying too hard, you’re wanting to get pleases in life but you’re not finishing the first step!”
By Audrey DeLong5 years ago in Confessions
What I learned from divorcing my parents. Top Story - June 2021.
Here is an early memory of me being a kindergartener. My mom and I were sorting recent photos and adding them to the photo album (Photo album — Wikipedia). As she flipped through the pictures, she picked out a photo of me happily posing like a bunny in front of a fancy hotel.
By Grimreapers.Ink5 years ago in Confessions
A Bitter-Sweet Knitting Victory
I remember it like it was yesterday. At the age of seven, my great grandmother (Nani) looked at me and said," you are a special young lady and you're going to be very successful no matter what path or route you take." She knew that I was creative and said that my talents would take me far in life.
By Silena Le Beau5 years ago in Confessions
