Secrets
Dark secrets of love
Dearest mother I've never had to confess this to you but I will say it now. In all my past relationships with guys I have so yearned for the love you share with dad that maybe I was so desperate to try and find someone like that too, only to be tossed into the dark hearts of men that torment me to this day. All the memories, the words, the trauma, the screams and cries, it all torments me even to this day. They all tell me I am not good enough, I will never amount to anything and that even though my personality was nice, I was physically unattractive and they found someone who meets their physical requirements of having fair skin and eyes other than brown.
By Tania Prestidge4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom
Dear mom, We’ve always been opened together. You’ve taught me everything. How to be strong. How to be independent. How to let loose and have fun. We could shop till the mall closed. Laugh until our bellies ached. But for us being so close…you hid so well.
By Kalista Tamborski4 years ago in Confessions
Mother's Day Confessions
Mother's Day Confessions Many see it as a day to honor, give back, thank and love mothers. Dear Lord, bless every mother and every grandmother with your best other world gifts on Mother's Day. We thank God that every parent is the divine steward of all their youth and nurtures them in the ways of the Lord. We believe that every parent has a relationship with God. I adore you in spirit and in truth.
By THOMAS ABRAHAM P4 years ago in Confessions
True Confessions
Hey Mom, I never told you this before but there is something I have wanted to tell you for years and tonight it is too hard to hold in. I am not sure I will ever have the courage to give you this letter, but all the same at least I will have written it. From the moment I saw you and Dad get married, I knew I wanted that. I wanted a man to share my life with who would love me and look at me as if I was his everything. That was the dawning of my biggest dream in life. Later that expanded to include a house and kids. Now you know that as a single mom, I have managed to attain 1 out of 3 of those things. What you don't know are the daily struggles with simple life that I continue to have, from the moment I got pregnant with Samuel and being a teen mom, I have faced many things in life. But there is one thing that has remained the same for the past 16 years and with my birthday in a few days, I realize I am still struggling with this. There are so many nights when I have gone to bed with an empty stomach and hunger pains that through 16 years, my body became tolerant of, ignorant of and recently revealed itself as an eating disorder I have had for 16 years. I should make clear, your grandkids NEVER go to bed hungry but the same cannot and has not been able to be said about your daughter. I am always struggling with finances, even keeping my bills as low as possible. But tonight when I put the kids to bed, I came down and for about the billionth time made a pasta dish for dinner, wishing it was anything else and then the tears began to fall. In a few days, I will be 32 and though I am actually ok that I may not ever meet someone to share my life with, I at least always thought by the time I hit 32 I would have my own house and be able to afford enough groceries that I didn't have to ration my own meals. I would never take food out of the kids mouth, even if that does often mean not eating myself or living off toast and fruit and tea. The past few weeks have been unbearably painful as I not only was diagnosed with an eating disorder, but also set out to conquer it quickly. I was doing so good up until the past few days. I have no money for rent let alone the gas to even go to the grocery store and buy more food. Every morning when I take the kids to school, I watch my gas gauge, like it's a nervous tick and I pray that I make it back to pick them up later and don't run out of gas. Tonight, was just such a night. I am not sure if it's my impending birthday or if I am just feeling extra emotional tonight. But I started to cry in the kitchen, wishing so badly I had a nice house of my own and money in the bank that I would never have to skip a meal for the rest of my life. I have never wanted to tell you this, because I know you would worry and stress out and become way too overprotective constantly asking if I am eating, which would honestly stress me out so much I wouldn't be ABLE to eat. But I also can't tell you or dad this, because you guys are supposed to be retired right now. You aren't supposed to be struggling to pay your own bills at your age. You should be living a good, happy life right now and I know adding my own problems on your plate would become a heavy burden. Take it from me, this is not a burden I would wish anyone to carry. It is a heavy burden with a high price. But very few people in my life even have the knowledge of my eating disorder- and those who do were the ones involved in diagnosing me. I have wanted so badly to tell you, to cry and have you tell me that everything is ok and that I would never have to be hungry again. But I can't. I know that all I would be doing is placing the burden on your shoulders instead and I love you so much Mom. You are my greatest comfort and my best friend. I would never want to do anything to hurt you or stress you out. But tonight, mom I wish so badly that you knew so that you could hold me because I don't care if I am in my 30's. I need my mom tonight to help me through this and I need help carrying this burden. It's too hard to do alone. I am so sorry I haven't told you this yet. I know someday this is something I will share with you. I love you so much mom! You are my everything.
By marion scott4 years ago in Confessions
Letter to my Mother
Hey mom. I never told you this before but I admire you despite our distant relationship. We have never been particularly close, though we are getting closer now as the years pass. But you've always been a figure of my admiration. You've faced so many trials, some of them I'm not sure even I could have weathered with the same calm grace you always seem to exude.
By Tea Rainey4 years ago in Confessions
Infinite fears
I, like everyone else in the world, have fears that keep me sometimes up at nights. Just like this night I guess... I've been told that fear is a part of living and that it is an emotion that has to be felt in a certain moments when I am dealing with situations that could be dangerous or harmful physically or psychologically and that it is a powerful but natural emotion that I have inside of me. We have inside of us.
By Kaoutaea4 years ago in Confessions
My Confessions
Dear Momma, Today is the day I thought I’d tell ya’ All past screwups Thank God I’m still alive! I want to say I thank God you’re in my life before I drop the beans and spill the FULL teacup! All those displays of help and affection straight care you presented me with, have you know taught me truly taught me something a lot of things! Although we’re at this point, I want to confess to you about something I never shared!!!!! A lot of those confessions really??? So here goes…
By Rachael Frazier4 years ago in Confessions
Mom, do you remember?
Dear mom, Do you remember when you came home that one Wednesday afternoon and I was in the bathroom with the door locked? I remember the cool tiles pressed against my bare thighs. I sat there so long that they imprinted the small squares onto my legs. The pattern: one black tile surrounded by two white tiles, repeated over and over again. It was imprinted into my mind. So much from that day was imprinted in my mind, my memories that, to this day, still walk beside me.
By willow j. ross4 years ago in Confessions
Mum, I wanted to make you proud.
I wonder, do you remember the last words I said to you? Could you even hear them, and if you did, did you understand, or were you past understanding by then? I’ll never know now, nor hear your answer. Oh, mum, I miss you! What I said to you then will forever remain a secret between you and I, and if, as I don’t believe, you are somewhere you can hear these words, then presumably I won’t need to confess. As a parent myself now, I know the overwhelming interest one has in one’s children’s affairs, so if you’re able to have observed all the mistakes and misery, you will have, and all I can say is that I’m sorry. But then you might also know that I could do with knowing you’re proud of me. Could do with hearing you say that following my heart is important, that I deserve to be happy.
By Will Tudge4 years ago in Confessions
Worry-some? More like Worry-lot
For a long time, I worried. Worried about anything and everything in my life. I was addicted to worrying. From morning to night worry and fear would consume my brain. In the morning worried about running out of time while getting ready for work. I would worry about wearing a nice outfit so that at least I could look the part of a professional. I would worry about my car and if it would safely take me all the way to work because I was sure that I heard a noise yesterday. At work I worried that people were smiling at me but secretly hated me. I would also worry that this job was too much for me and I would not be able to handle it. Any email I received from work gave me anxiety because I was sure it would be a “You’re fired!” email. On my drive home I worried that something would happen like a broken-down car that I wouldn’t see in time, and I would have a car crash. Incidentally, this is another reason why I would never accept any invites to hang out after work, I would thank my lucky stars when I would arrive safely to my apartment. Once at home I would finally feel a little less fear and worry. I felt safe in my home with my cat and sister. But after a couple of hours, I would remember that I had to do the whole thing again the next day and so my worry would come back.
By Lily4 years ago in Confessions
Sarah Smiles
A subtle quietness filled the air as she crossed the beach. The moon reflected brilliantly against the waters of the Gulf ... shimmering. The breeze brushed her fair skin lifting her auburn hair gently. Her dark brown eyes matched the piercing darkness of night surrounding her. She paused, feeling alone.
By Melissa Murphy4 years ago in Confessions
