Secrets
Letters To Exes Past And Myself, Finished With A Letter From My Husband
From the diary under my bed. In chronological order from 2015… Dear Saddest Violin Playing The Saddest Song, Ordinary thinkers are trapped by their inability to forgive. Extraordinary thinkers are constantly renewed and released by forgiveness. All freedom begins in forgiveness. All forgiveness begins in the mirror. Our time on this earth is too short. Our Universe is large. I refuse to waste my opportunity with anger and victimhood. Nothing cleanses like forgiving. Nothing releases like forgetting.
By Andrilisa Read-Iglesias Lopes4 years ago in Confessions
I am not a Daddy's girl
Secret Out When I was a very young girl, I wondered why my dad didn't love me the way he loved my little sister. He would pick her up and play with her(spinning her around and around). He had a cute name for her. When he saw her, the biggest smile would appear on his face. She was the center of his joy. He would do anything for her.
By Elesha Bennett4 years ago in Confessions
Learning that Diamonds are made under pressure!
The first memory I have of yearning to move out from my country was due to the precious moments on stage while I was learning to sing, dance & act. We used to do different versions of Broadway musicals like Annie, Cats & 42nd street. The happiness experienced made me believe that one day I could work making a living with this passion.
By Carla Moriyón4 years ago in Confessions
For All The Things I Never Said
I grew up in a culture where if one was not physically hurt, then one had no valid reason to complain or cry. At very young ages we were conditioned to bear this burden. Our parents did it, so did our grandparents; the line of emotional suppression is so long I believe it naturally became part of our genetic makeup.
By Julia Alfred4 years ago in Confessions
I Didn't Want to Be Better, Just Better Than You
Section 1: Author Intro and Back Story According to my perception, I had a reputation as an outcast in high school. Therefore, I didn’t think much of continuing my loner status through my college years and into my late 40s.
By Julie "US Writer" Anne 4 years ago in Confessions
To Protect My Relationship, I Had To Stand Up In Court and Defend Myself
“If you wish to be a good writer then write as if nobody will ever read your stories”. Stupidly I followed the advice that led me straight into a courtroom and cost me all my savings. But most importantly, it nearly cost me my relationship with my stepson.
By Oberon Von Phillipsdorf4 years ago in Confessions
Overload
I have recently spent two short periods away from Facebook and have been almost frightened to log back in because of what I will have to catch up on. I don’t think anyone misses me but I do keep in touch with the ones that matter on Facebook Messenger.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Confessions
War Of Hope
The smell of Christmas is in the air and I’m getting ready for Santa! Wrap this wrap that and a smile consumes my face. Dancing angels were sure in my head. Mom says it’s bedtime for me now and I retreat towards it. From the living room through the kitchen and here I’m at the bottom of the stairwell. As the first step creeks my second foot is on the second step and that’s when I see him! Come here little girl, and with one arm he grabs me. Swoops me up like feathers in space. He proceeds to grab at me and touch me and I can’t fathom for the life of me what’s going on. I know it’s wrong though and I try to run I get a couple steps away and he rips me back down the stairs, now I’m scared. He finishes with me and for some reason I floated up to my big brothers room. I grab my blanket and I lay on the floor, I go over what just happened and I can’t help but feel like I did something wrong! All I can smell is his old spice it clogs in my nose. I didn’t remember when I first woke up I was just a little girl still with Christmas ahead of me! Then I roll over and the thought floods my memory and I’m sick to my stomach so I run to the bathroom and I throw up. What was that he said if I tell I’m gonna get in to trouble. I weigh this over in my little mind and take the first step. Creek down one I go quickly looking around to make sure I avoid the monster from the night before. I make it to the bottom step and as I turn into the kitchen “Steve!” I run to him and this feels like safety. He grabs me up and puts me on his lap so I begin to tell him the events from the night before also telling him that I didn’t want him to tell my mom cause I would get my but spanked. He set me straight on that part of it but still my innocence would forever be lost to that night on the stairs. He changed my life and set me down a path that I may have done differently had I the chance and opportunity! That night echoes still to this day. It haunts me so much so that I had became a drug addict and been to prison not once but twice. I’m happy to say that I’m in recovery from souless fellows, also drugs don’t put me to sleep no more! God put me where I needed to be and I got the classes I needed to start the journey of healing. Thank you to Steve Conrad who listened with great concern. He was laid to rest not to long after that he was ran over by a car one winters night. But he started my life back in the forward motion. I have him to thank for giving me the courage to speak up!
By Sirena Sparks4 years ago in Confessions
