Secrets
Oh Mother…
Dear Mom, I know what I’m about to tell you will break your heart. It breaks my heart that I’ve kept this. I’ve been so afraid to tell you. That no matter what you will always love me. But this is so awful. I don’t know if you could ever love me again.
By Melissa Lenox4 years ago in Confessions
Unexpected Villain of the Piece. Top Story - May 2022.
When I was younger, I always felt I would be the good guy, the hero in my life story. I think most people do? No one really wakes up one day and thinks “I am going to be the villain”. Even Mega Mind decided to be bad because he tried so hard to fit in and then felt everyone was against him because he was a blue kid with a big head and who seemed to be quite clumsy.
By Paul Stewart4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions Of A Son On Mothers Day. Top Story - May 2022.
Dear Mom, Happy mother’s day! I am overjoyed to be able to celebrate mother’s day with you. I know I don't say it often enough but I love you and you have been there for me through all the good times and the bad times, through the laughter and the tears.
By Richard Bailey4 years ago in Confessions
My First Kiss
Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but… In seventh grade I kissed a girl. As you drove me to the house of my best friend, I’m sure you had no idea about the thoughts racing through my mind. Anxiousness, excitement, and a wonder for why she would ever want to kiss me. Me, a 13-year-old going through her awkward phase, was about to kiss the girl everyone wanted. A girl who was perfect in every way, while I was not at all.
By Sarah Ayers4 years ago in Confessions
The Things I Never Told You
To my dearest mother, Here is a short list of confession that I know you will never read. But I think it will be good for me to get them out of my head and onto paper form. Or at least in a manner of speaking. I'll admit this is not for the light hearted.
By Katherine Dawson4 years ago in Confessions
A letter before I leave
Dear Mother, It seems strange writing to you when I know that you are downstairs but I wanted to talk to you just one last time before I leave and we all know how that goes. I try to say something, to try, as I always have done to get through to you and you just don't care: you're dismissive or more likely cruel and mocking. Whatever. I'm not sure what you're thinking and as you never share, I can't see it being any different. Who am I kidding? I know it's not going to be any different.
By Rachel Deeming4 years ago in Confessions
Three and a Half Secrets. First Place in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge.
Dear Mom, I spent a long time planning how I would come out to you. I would leave a letter on your pillow. I would write an entire novel with a lesbian main character and print it out and ask you to read it. I wouldn't come out at all, but I'd bring a girl home for dinner and say, "This is my girlfriend."
By Emma Halverson4 years ago in Confessions
Mom, I wish you knew
Mom, I think you should know. I have been dying to tell you but I don’t know how that I was pregnant and then I was not. It started a few years ago like old stories go. a girl and a guy fell in love with eachother that’s how it went, they kissed and they kissed and I’m sure you know what happens next. The chemistry between us was such on fire, he loved me and for sure he was the one. ( I still think this but I’m married with kids now.) you never met him or even knew he existed. He’s been a secret that nobody knows, and I’ll keep it that way because I’m sure I’d never tell you all this anyways. When I was with him life seemed so much better. He was the bad boy and I was the good girl that he some how wanted. We had met through mutual friends and he attended a concert with me as a blind date. He was the drummer of a band and his world was so cool. Everything that night was such a bliss, we enjoyed the music and even danced a little he was a gentleman the whole night. We got back into town and went our seperate ways. Until I text him and asked him to come back, to stay with me until I fell asleep to which he agreed. The next morning as the sun came up he kissed me and left and I was hooked. He didn’t say much to me about his life or about him. Only that he didn’t date or do the girlfriend and boyfriend scene. His life was his music and that was pretty much it. I could never compete with his drum set I would have always came second place. That was always okay with me. I showed him a world that was different each time we hung out, something that he would say was a “normal” life. The typical 8-5 life that he was so unaccustomed to, he lived a night life scene. The one where he would disappear on me weekends as if he didn’t exist. But then return Monday morning but during those times he was unreachable and unseeable. As our days of our first meet seemed a distant past the more we spent with eachother the more it seemed like he was getting used to having me in his life. Of course he only included me in things he wanted, he believed it was his way of keeping me safe. I was hooked to him like a drug, everytime I saw him I wanted more of him. I never saw a side of him that he didn’t want me to see. So than it began, the butterfly feeling. The knots in my stomach we’re getting stronger. I felt sick, I felt a utterly different feeling. I knew, I was pregnant. I took the test just to make sure and behold the two little lines darker than anything I had seen before. It was the greatest news that could be, we were expecting; “how great a family of three.” i remember clearly mom, you guys were scheduling a family weekend camping trip, I had to stay behind because my work schedule didn’t allow for me to go. It was the perfect time to figure out my next move. As soon as you guys packed and left for the trip, I text him and called him and told him we had to meet. He knew in my voice something was wrong and he didn’t understand it. I told him with joy, “I am pregnant.” Till this day I remember his stone cold look, with a pause in his voice and then his reaction. Slowly he said, “ I don’t want it, get rid of it.”
By Magali Juarez4 years ago in Confessions
My Mom's Boss
Dear Mother, First off let me say that you are by no means a bad mother. I love you and I know that you were always there for me to help me through my rough times. That is why I could never tell you this in person, and I felt the need to write this to you instead. Remember the job you had retired from. Calco Industries? Well, they always had those work parties; it never mattered what holiday it was, whether it be Christmas or a co worker's birthday, we were always invited to something that was worth celebrating at your job. Anyway, there was one particular party that was quite different from the rest, the Summer party. I had just graduated high school and I was a little depressed at the time because all of my friends had graduated and had been accepted to colleges across the country. I had not been accepted to none. My C-average didn't speak volumes to any of the college recruiters as my counselor explained, and every application that I filled out was rejected. Even worse, My boyfriend had broken up with me because he was accepted to a college and his parents convinced him to break it off with me and get him someone that was more on "his level". You knew all of this mom, and you were very encouraging. You gave me suggestions about summer school and attending the community college. I'll always love you for that. Anyway, back to the matter at hand. At this Summer Party, your old boss, Mr. Hathaway approached me at the punch bowl. We started talking and I was telling him about my situation. Why was I telling him this in the first place, I dont know. I felt vulnerable and desperately needed male attention, and Mr. Hathaway was ready and willing to provide that for me. He told me I was so pretty, gorgeous even, like I shouldn't be worried about college. He told me that I needed to get into modeling. He made me smile and laugh that day, which is what I really needed at the time. We exchanged numbers at the Summer party and everyday after that we called each other everyday. Me and Mr. Hathaway a.k.a Rick, as he insisted that I call him, were getting really close. The first time we slept together seemed like the best night of my life; I really thought that this relationship was in fact the real deal in spite of him being your boss and also being married. Rick said that he would leave his wife to start a new life with me, and we would tell you when the time is right. I was so in love with him mom. Three months had passed since we started our affair at that Summer party, but as the months went on though, I noticed changes in Rick. He texted me non stop, throughout the day and sometimes in the wee hours of the morning. If I didn't answer his text, He would show up at the house claiming to have some paperwork to go over with you, but he really was there to see me. He would demand to see me and when we did meet up, he wanted to sleep with me. If I refused, he would threaten to tell you, which I could never let happen. This has been going on for a year now, and now I am three months pregnant and Rick wants an abortion. I knew I couldn't keep this secret affair with your boss long without you knowing.
By Victoria Gray4 years ago in Confessions
A Crossdresser Story
"Its a phase" or so I always thought. It wasn't a phase, it wouldn't go away, that what I had to accept. In keeping it hidden I was only lying to myself and the relief when it was no longer a secret. Like the world was lifted from my shoulders. Becoming Sindy was the best thing I did in my life.
By Martin Townley4 years ago in Confessions
