Teenage years
Hey Mom, You're a Fucking Idiot
Hey mom... I've never told you any of this before, but... ...I'm not quite sure how to feel about you anymore. I used to take pride in how our family was in public; how well dad would take care of my brother - your son. You know, the one born with so many disabilities and who I am expected to care for when dad can't. Yeah.
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)4 years ago in Confessions
You are the meaning of love
First of all, I want to say I am sorry, I am sorry for the stupid and idiotic things I have been saying and doing over the past years. After Dad committed suicide you were devastatingly standing alone with not even a year old baby. Everyone doubted you for his death because they didn't know about his mental health issues but you were brave and stood tall, everyone acted wickedly toward you but you did not give up. After his death, all you ever thought was about me, you would not even eat properly once a day because you were saving for me, you would wear ripped and torn clothes but you would buy me lovely new clothes so no one will make fun of me. I still remember you sitting in a corner and crying with no one supporting you, all I could do was wipe your precious tears with my unworthiest hands.
By Manju4 years ago in Confessions
Mother's Day Confessions
Dear Mom, Mother, by the time you receive this, Mother’s Day will have come and gone, so first I apologize for the late arrival of this gift to you but hey, you know me, I’m quite the procrastinator so let’s just blame that on my ability to wander off into my own wondrous imaginary world known as the scattered brain of Camri Steele-Stone. Plus, you yourself are quite the procrastinator so if we’re to blame anyone, technically, it should be you because I’ve done nothing but observe and adopt your behaviors while young. The subconscious is very impressionable during the adolescent stages, lol, I’m only kidding mom, I just like to burst your bubble sometimes! Besides all that, I hope all is well. How are things at the clinic? School? Valerie still talking smack? Lol, when you write back don’t hold out on any information, I wanna know it all. I kinda miss our drama filled talks, I don’t really do much gossiping these days.
By CamThePoet4 years ago in Confessions
This Is My Heart Wrapped in a Letter
To my beautiful Mom, I didn’t give you the easiest time growing up, did I? I wish I would’ve realized and understood more, I would’ve done things so differently. But throughout the years, I have come to see things clearer now as an adult. I realize what a mother’s love is capable of, the lengths you would go to love and protect me.
By Briana Caballero 4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions to the Matriarch
To my dearly sweet, intuitive, assertive, and fervent mother, I guess now is as good of a time as any to confess what you might already know, what with all your passive aggressive comments regarding the subject. Yes, I smoke weed! Every day in fact. I smoke the green kush that buds off of the cannabis plant, who’s infamous tall green leaves are defoliated to get its fruits to become even juicier than how you remember in the olden days (the irony of marketing). I habitually smoke three blunts a day minimum on days I'm most financially comfortable, and when my funds run low I typically rip from my bong while eating edibles throughout the day to avoid losing potency. My favorite activity in a day is smoking a blunt either the minute I wake up (what we call a wake n’ bake) in the morning before yoga or just after I get home from a colossal day. I have dreams of smoking fat blunts from the porch of my own home.
By Meli Remborn4 years ago in Confessions
I Should Have Known
Momma, I have something to tell you. It wasn’t until I had children of my own did I have this realization. I resented you for a time. I felt you were never there for me, emotionally, when I needed you. Yes, you supported my triumphs, and academic accolades, but it only ever seemed shallow. An obligation, because you had too as my mother. But emotionally? I always felt alone. I felt I couldn’t come talk to you because you wouldn’t understand. I felt the pressure of being the first child and you were the second child, how would you know? The burden of being a perfect daughter to make you and dad proud. How would you know? You never told me of how you grew up. You hid that from me. With good reason though, how could I have known? You had different challenges to face growing up. Things I couldn’t relate too, so it makes sense. It bothered me then, that you didn’t braid my hair or teach me how to put on makeup or have little fashion shows with me. The small trivial things I thought a mother should do with her daughter. That’s just it though, trivial. We had other experiences together and as I said, I had children of my own and I realized. You were there for me. I was too selfish and bull headed to see it. You gave me the tools for success, you held the door open for me and I slammed it shut. I was the one emotionally neglecting you. You patiently waited for me, subtly guiding me, cheering me on in the background, quietly teaching me the ways of the world. Allowing my independence to thrive. Because as my mother, you knew me and what I needed. I was too independent and needed to be humbled. You still caught me when I fell though, and made me feel safe. How blind I was. An angsty teenager, taking all my emotions and problems out on the one person who loved me most. Which is interesting because we as humans take out our frustrations on the ones we feel most loved by, knowing you’ll never leave or hurt us. But the fact you let me be so independent was not at all neglectful. I’m strong. You made me strong, ready to tackle this crazy life. Taught me to give my kids the love and support they need without overbearing or burdening them. Letting their lights shine, instead of fanning the flame to where it is out of control or letting it burn out, you taught me how to kindle it. Allow them their independence and strengthen it. Fight the demons in the shadows for them, but let them hit speed bumps. Slowly let them fight on their own as they grow. The world will not give them such grace. As mothers, it is our role to prepare our children for the world, it can be a cruel place, but also a wonderful place. Give them the ability to see the good and the bad. I think with everything you’ve taught me, being able to see and appreciate the good without the bad overwhelming me is the best lesson yet. Allowing me to make my own decisions without being so easily influenced by others. So thank you for letting me be me, and the lessons you taught. I should have known and I’m sorry I didn’t see it before, but here you are. You were waiting for me to come to this conclusion on my own. Thank you momma, that was my confession, I love you.
By Catie Mintz4 years ago in Confessions
Cigarettes and Confessions
To my Dearest Mother: On this Day of Mothers, I am going to gift you an unusual but hopefully appreciated gift: the correction of a lie I once told to you. A confession, if you will. However, I also want to provide some backstory, so that when it comes time for all to be revealed, I may perhaps be offered a modicum of sympathy and understanding.
By Meghan Lett4 years ago in Confessions
BEAUTIFUL CONFESSIONS
Life has a way of surprising us and it is often when we least expect it. Sometimes surprises are good and other times completely annoying but regardless, we learn from them and continue living life. Secrets on the other hand, I have come to believe are like sister cousins of surprises, they do not differ much. Of course they are not completely the same. While most of us like be surprised especially in a good way, many still feel uncomfortable about having secrets because overtime, we have learned to associate them with bad. But I guess secrets can be fun too. Ashley and Nicole were best friends since first grade. They were both blondes, history buffs, painted their nails red and liked a good Taylor Swift song. They told each other everything including those crazy teenage dreams and of course even the boy stuff. To strangers, Ashley and Nicole were twins and actually they liked using that to their advantage. Many girls envied their friendship because you know, it looked picture perfect. But behind the curtains, there was a lot going on, some ugly things. One spring evening, as fate would have it, Ashley walked on her parents having a heated conversation. It was one of those discussions where you didn’t have to sit too long to know what was going on. Her parents were separating. It seemed like their marriage had reached an expiry date and nothing could save it. It was after her father moving out that Ashley got the whole picture of the situation. Her father had been cheating on her mother with his secretary. Both Martha and Ashley had been completely taken by surprise, Jack had always looked faithful. The weeks following the divorce were the hardest. Living each day was like death by a thousand paper cuts. Nicole became the shoulder Ashley needed to cry on, she had been there. Nicole had probably witnessed the worst divorce in history, that of her parents. Her mother had been using drugs secretly only to result in her being violent. It’s kind of funny because she always looked sober. When she turned psycho, Richard filed for divorce because he had had enough. She had not been willing to straighten up things at all. After their divorces, Martha and Richard each promised their children that they never remarry, that there was no point. But Ashley and Nicole did not buy what their parents were selling them. To them, Martha and Richard were scared of falling in love again for fear of being scarred. They both deserved happiness because they were good people and truth be told they looked perfect for each other. So, Ashley and Nicole decided to set up their parents so that by the next time Mother’s day comes around, they’re married. But that was easy said than done. Both parents were stubborn and not easy to convince but they had one thing in common, the gift of the gab. So what the girls did was to invite their parents to participate in the Parents Drama Club(PDC), a part of the History Club. Here, they were luckily given a play in which to feature. It was Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare. As for every play, one has to practice over and over to master their part so Martha and Richard were not exempted. With each passing day, they got aquainted with one another and sparks started flying. On the final day, they were able to give the audience a good performance because of the chemistry that had developed between them. Even after the play, they did not stop meeting. Often times they visited each other’s homes for dinner and even planned joint family vacations together. Their was obviously some romance boiling and it is all thanks to Ashley and Nicole. After months and months of seeing each other, Richard decided to pop the question. Next were wedding preparations and come Mother’s day, Richard married Martha in the presence of their families. Ash and Cole were the most excited because they were finally becoming sisters. It was during the wedding that Ashley and Nicole unveiled the big secret, that it’s them that had played match maker. Everyone at the wedding was surprised more so Richard and Martha but they could not have it any other way. And that is how they lived a happily ever after.
By Alana Zian4 years ago in Confessions
