Teenage years
My Sister Brought Out The Worst Introvert In Me
My dear ever-gorgeous sister, I know that your personality is the total opposite of mine. You’re an extrovert, loud and shine bright, and bring laughter wherever you go. You make people laugh and don't mind being a bit silly and letting people laugh at your silliness.
By Life Lesson4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom,
My abortion at age 13 was traumatic enough. I could not stand the thought of disappointing you again. Honestly, I withheld sharing so much of my life experiences with out of fear of you. You were always so judgmental of family members and close friends, and of me too. You were mean, insecure and threatened by me, your child. Your physical and emotional abuse did not help either. Our relationship was always one sided and we both know that my younger sister is your favorite child. I was disobient and “bad” as you labeled me before turning double digits in age. You wish you had left me in the hostipal were one of your favorite lines. Those words stung like a bee. They still do.
By Simone Boxhill4 years ago in Confessions
The Car
The Car Hey Mom, Do you remember the year I was 17? That was the year dad had the heart attack right after my birthday. You were so worried. I’m sure you recall he needed some TLC and therapy after he came home. I’m hoping that even with your dementia issues, you remember that year.
By Sharon Koehler4 years ago in Confessions
The Joyride Confession
One Friday night in the Summer of 1995, I wanted so badly to go to a party that was going to be without chaperones in the middle of nowhere. The plan was a bonfire and hanging out without supervision with the kids from school. One of the popular guys from school was hosting the party. It was a must attend event for me to feel like I was a part of the cool kid group for once.
By Helen BlackBurn 4 years ago in Confessions
Stolen baby stolen truck
Dead mom, I never told you this but when I was 18 I stole my dads truck. A week before, Monique (my daughter) was with her dad for the weekend as we shared custody of her. You had taken me to pick her up from his mothers house where he lived at the time. When I got there his mother answered the door and told me he had moved and had no idea where to. Now at that time Monique’s father, Arturo had cheated on me and got another girl pregnant. He had moved her into his mothers house so him and I were not on good terms. So back to when I went to pick up Mia from her dads house. When his mother told me he moved and didn’t want to tell me where I freaked out and didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to upset you. So I told you that she was going to stay a bit longer and I would get her later. We went back home and as the days went by Arturo would call me to let me say good night to Monique. We had mutual friends so I reached out to one of our good friends Joe and he said he knew where he moved but did not want to get involved and put in the middle. I was so upset and being so young of a mother I had no idea what to do but cry. One night I was talking to Monique on the phone and heard Arturo and his girlfriend Aria fighting in the back ground. I Started to listen to the surroundings to see if I could get an idea of where they moved to. Sure enough I heard a train. There are only two areas that the train passes by in our city. Then I head a scream over the phone and Arturo grab the phone saying it’s time to go now and hung up. Later I found out that he had hit his girlfriend in the head with a phone book and she started screaming. I guess they were fighting over Arturo letting me talk to Monique over the phone. The next day when I was talking to Joe I lied and told him I had an idea of where he moved. Joe stayed quiet at first and then he said, “okay, I’ll tell you everything”. My heart dropped and I was filled with relief. Joe told me they had moved behind the football field of the high school in some pink apartments. It was at that moment that I knew exactly where they were. I waited till you and my dad went to sleep. My dad always left the keys in the kitchen drawer. You and my dad always went to bed about 9 p.m. so just to be sure I waited till 12 a.m. and had Anthony (my lil brother) put the truck in neutral and push the truck down the drive way so I could start the truck. I got in the truck, turned it on and then drove off. I drove straight to the apartments and saw Arturo’s car. I parked and called him on the phone. I said I know where you live and I’m right outside. I said if you don’t bring my daughter back home tommorow I will call the cops and tell them you kidnapped our daughter. He didn’t know what to say but okay. So I drove the truck back home and put the keys back in the drawer and went to bed. The next morning I woke up and you and dad had no idea I had taken the truck. That same day Arturo brought Monique home and we were all happy to have her back home. You never knew Monique was kidnapped or that I stole my dads truck. The things a mother will do for her children.
By Alicia Garcia4 years ago in Confessions
I will love you to the last breath
Jessica Today was probably the hottest day of the year and I spent it with my mom and dad in the car, Julian wasn't even here, the lucky one was in that great camp where I used to go when I'm apparently too big . 18 years no longer integrate in that place.
By Ianis😜4 years ago in Confessions
One day everything can change
I was standing in front of the solid wood door, like a stone statuette, but a living and tired one. I had run here from the bus station, which was two blocks away. The silver plaque on the door gleamed in the long aisle light, "Lawyer Chad Taylor," I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Without hearing any approval, I entered. My hair was chocolatey, curly, ruffled by the wind. It was the beginning of spring, a very rainy April day. The tight black jeans I was wearing at the time were damn uncomfortable, I couldn't walk anymore, my black jacket became even tighter, my T-shirt underneath was a little wider, that reassured me. I hadn't worn heels in a long time, but now I had a pair of high-heeled leather stiletto shoes, it seemed like a good idea, but now my legs hurt terribly. I felt so heavy on them. This was the effect Anthony Edwards had on me, sitting on one of the two upholstered chairs in front of the desk. Chad Taylor, the lawyer, was across the desk, facing me, with his back to the small window.19
By Ianis😜4 years ago in Confessions
The mist of love
I tried to carry the suitcases down into the living room, but it seemed that my strength was not much higher than that of a fly. But I was glad that it was the last move for a long time and I didn't have to worry again that I would break my back pulling my luggage.1
By Ianis😜4 years ago in Confessions
