Secrets
A Bitter Bit
I woke up at sleet. A slender fine skin colleen besides me, Lucy. “Oh!! you are stark naked” she bubbled in a lisp speech before taking a glimpse at herself. “Hey!! Where did sleep?” She inquired in a panicky tone. I couldn’t even spot a B from the Bull’s foot. Had it been a bitter bit, or a lusty night treat?
By Fred Musoke4 years ago in Confessions
The Promised Letter
Elizabeth, I promised you my story, and I want you to know that I wrote it only for your eyes. You shared with me something tremendously personal, and I am most thankful. I admire people willing to share stories of their most precious moments, and I'm honored to be the one with whom you shared yours.
By D.P. Martin4 years ago in Confessions
we are not easy to read.
Just one story? It’s more like my whole life’s story, so settle in. You could describe me as a wildflower. I think that’s what I’ll call myself - Wildflower. I don’t know how to be anything but myself, although I did try for a short period of time. A few years ago, I dove head first into a barren tank only to shatter every unique fabric of my brain into the concrete. Cold, solid concrete and it’s unforgiving too but not nearly as cold and cruel as I had been to myself.
By River X4 years ago in Confessions
PUZZLED BY WORDS
Kailey and I was a perfect match. She was 18 years old, 5 foot 4 inches and weigh 105 pounds. I was 19 weigh, 135 pounds and was 5 foot 9 inches. every time I looked in her eyes it was like a surprise. Seeing happiness or despise. Trying to decipher the love between the lies.
By Jessie Altman4 years ago in Confessions
Journey to my True Self Worth...
October 20, 2016 We all don't get there. That's why there's pain and grief. I just felt first rage, then realization. After 15 years he expects me to relent and say he's right? YES HE'S RIGHT! I should Not have worn his jacket to smoke a cigarette. (knowing, but not caring at that point)!! I do the laundry the majority of the time! He's an amazing man because he puts up with alot of my health problems. Let me remind you that I would not have these health problems if my husband wasn't a selfish asshole who thinks the world should bend to his wants, and his wants are the most important thing to him and should be to whoever is in his life.
By Rachel Isom4 years ago in Confessions
Humans Are Created Not Born
Sometimes you gotta be "fake to be real". A fact very few people know about me is that in 2012, at the age of 25, I gifted myself a rhinoplasty—and I felt more myself having contributed to the design of my face than anything else I've done before or since. My personal philosophy is that you only get one body, and if something about it doesn't feel like it represents who you are, and you have the ability to change it, you owe it to yourself to follow your own path and let haters be damned. And yes, kind readers, there were haters. Because despite the fact it was my body, I had a lot of shade thrown my way for doing what I wanted to do with it and a lot of criticism for being "inauthentic".
By Call Me Les4 years ago in Confessions
PUZZLED BY WORDS
The next day Kailey and I went to a buddy of hers. She said his parents was cool so we so we could kick it there for a while, so we did just that. Me and Kailey was stuck on each other like we were staying together forever. Linked closely as if we were two people harvesting the moon has it cuts and thrashes through a midnights guy reflecting lights upon our eyes as if it was a diamond in disguise.
By Jessie Altman4 years ago in Confessions
I Choose Life
It's 3 am and I want to kill myself. For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to die - only at 25 did I start actively wanting to commit suicide. At 3 am on the day of my 25th birthday, I learned that there is a difference between wishing to die and planning to die. I learned as a child that self-murder is a sin. But when life is so incredibly hard there comes a time at which the hell of hell and the hell of the world seem one and the same.
By S. A. Crawford4 years ago in Confessions
An Accident of Magical Thinking
In 1989, I made a mistake. I accepted a marriage proposal. In my defense, it was a really good proposal, and those things are hard to turn down. In 1990, I doubled down and married the guy. In my defense, he was a wonderful man; kind, smart, cute and funny, and our mothers had set us up so he was easy to marry. I'm easy going that way. For 4 years, life was effortless. I quit my job to become a writer. He had a great job and a family full of money so I could do what I wanted. Mostly, I watched soaps, made dinner and planned our very nice vacations. I wrote a few lackluster short stories and the first half of a script for a fun romcom. I did some volunteer work. I accomplished very little. I'm undisciplined that way.
By Jacki Lippman4 years ago in Confessions
My Secret Husband
“He seems so nice,” she said while I was visiting. “Why doesn’t he ask you to marry him?” “Mom,” I groaned. “I’m not a Barbie doll sitting around hoping Ken will pop the question. We’re equal partners. If we want to marry, we’ll decide together to marry.”
By Vivian R McInerny4 years ago in Confessions
