Secrets
The Beauty of Love in the Motherland
Once upon a time, in the heart of the African motherland, there lived two young people named Kofi and Nana. They grew up in the same village, but it wasn't until they were both teenagers that they started to notice each other.
By Cupid Chronicles3 years ago in Confessions
"The Lost Love Letter"
Elena had always been fascinated by the stories of love and romance that her grandmother used to tell her. She grew up listening to tales of how her grandfather would write her love letters every day when he was away at war, and how her grandmother kept each one of them safe as a reminder of their love.
By raj kumar3 years ago in Confessions
Discover How to Keep Your Man's Attention When He Starts to Withdraw with These Simple Tips!
In the event that you feel your person pulling away from you, you presumably need to know how to get him similarly as keen on you as he was at first. This is the way you can attempt:
By Alsong Dunstan3 years ago in Confessions
Walter Talks
“If these walls could talk,” the man said before closing the door to his house. Suddenly, the walls trembled, and a bright light engulfed the house, illuminating every corner of the room. A creaking noise came from the walls, echoing throughout the house. Something extraordinary was happening.
By Calvin EL3 years ago in Confessions
No Where To Hide
If walls could talk… Just imagine it. What would run wild through your mind? Would it be more anxiety-stricken thoughts, or confident, nothing-to-hide steadfastness? It depends on what you’re doing. For me when the walls start conversing back and forth like my home office is suddenly a big cocktail party, the world would hear all about how I’m a mindful movement nerd who doesn’t like mindlessly sitting in positions that keep the hamstrings short.
By Danielle Deutsch3 years ago in Confessions
Impact of ChatGPT on Indian IT sector Can be serious
Appears chatGPT is at the forefront of everybody's thoughts for its uncanny capacity to play out a different arrangement of undertakings. Be that as it may, JP Morgan has something to add to it. On Friday, JP Morgan experts delivered a report recommending that far and wide variation of generative artificial intelligence models like chatGPT will influence the Indian IT area adversely regarding piece of the pie and estimating for Indian IT organizations, to some degree in present moment.
By ARTIST3 years ago in Confessions
if the walls could talk
If walls could talk, they would be crying, they would be bleeding from watching your abuse over the years. The walls would ask me “Why do you stay?” Are you a coward, is it the trauma bond, do you need to go “no contact?” If walls could talk they would be saying how confused they are about my behavior, “Why do you stay with an abuser, do you not have enough money to leave, do you not have a plane ticket out of here?” If walls could talk, they would breathe a sigh of relief when you go to work, they would say “Thank God, that man is gone, and you know he is nice to everyone else but you, it is the charisma of a narcissist.” If walls could talk, they would be so confused, asking me questions like, “Why are you so kind, why are you so confused about your situation, is the trauma bond really so addicting, is the intermittent reinforcement of abuse really so tough to break?” If walls could talk, they would tell me about courage, they would breathe deeply and tell me they are on my side, they see me, they see everything. The walls see everything that is hidden from the outside world. The walls say, “I see what is happening, I see the real man that is so scared of abandonment, that he needs to isolate you. I see the man that was so hurt in his childhood, he is now hurting others. I see the man that says he loves you, but everything needs to be his way. I see the man that is so controlling that it is like an obsession to be in control. I see the man that uses coercive control to manipulate your words and actions!” I see the man that threatens to commit suicide every time you threaten to leave, and still you stay. Am I like the ladies in the widow fantasy where most women want to leave, they just stay because it is easier, they have more money and sometimes they can relax when they are by themselves. Am I like the women that act like they have it together when actually they are hiding what their life is really like. They are hiding the emotional abuse that is rained on them so often, they almost do not notice it, it is ignored and tolerated, but why we ask ourselves? Is it the culture of women to be abused and raped and used, why is this, is testosterone that strong, can’t we fight and win this battle of the sexes, can’t we start destroying them the way they are attempting to destroy us? I feel stronger now just knowing that revenge is a sweet thing. When your health suffers, I smile to myself, and say Karma is a bitch isn’t it. The universe is finally rewarding you for all the pain you have caused me. The divine universe is on my side, and now you are a weak thing that will easily be destroyed. I feel so angry, it is so cathartic putting my pain on paper, I am releasing all of my pent up rage that is slowly destroying me and still I stay and I do not know why I stay. I don’t feel love, I feel a sense of safety sometimes, and sometimes I feel so abandoned, lonely and isolated. I am always looking for something, some way to escape. I am like the bird that is afraid to leave her cage, and what a beautiful cage it is, everything in its place. Married to someone with OCD is unbelievable and I always have to put things away, which is not my nature. If I was by myself, the walls whisper, you could have a bunch of cats sitting in your lap purring, you could let your house get messy and not worry about anyone. You could have your plants everywhere, comforting you with their greeness. If you were by yourself, you could breathe better, there would be no fear of doing something wrong, saying something wrong. I remember, I left a man once and he said, “Why are you leaving, I am happy.” That still makes me smile, it explains a lot.
By Theresa3 years ago in Confessions
