Childhood
Scrambled Eggs and Silence
The Year Was 1967 I was four years old. My world was small but crowded—my parents, my two little sisters barely out of babyhood, and me. We lived high above the street in a middle-class high-rise, fourteen floors up, trying to build a life like everyone else. Both my parents worked, which meant that, like so many families, we relied on a babysitter.
By Debbiea day ago in Confessions
Watching the Clock
Today was the last day of this terrible weekend. My kids would (hopefully) be returned tonight. I know that it seems to concern people by my use of the word hopefully, but here is the deal: my ex and I have a custody order. It has a list of rules that we jointly agreed to follow. One of those rules is regarding parenting time and exchange times. But, another one of those rules is regarding safety needs that we agreed to follow in the best interests of our disabled son. Those safety needs are not getting followed. Why not? I don't have a good reason. I have offered to help purchase the needed items. I have offered to help find grants or other ways to pay for said items. I have asked why the safety needs that we agreed upon are not being utilized.
By The Schizophrenic Mom13 days ago in Confessions
The Disturbing Reddit Post Murder Confession
It began with a question that demanded brutal honesty: “To those who accidentally killed someone — what went wrong?” Buried beneath Reddit’s familiar layers of dark humour and detachment was a thread unlike the rest. It wasn’t there for shock value or spectacle. Instead, it asked people to return to the worst moment of their lives — to trace, in painful detail, how something irreversible could grow out of something ordinary.
By Matesanz13 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Part 4 A
When i am thinking back, is difficult to imagine all that—no fear for exams, most of them not. All that being something normal the exam. All that confidence and light heart without the negative stressed care...hm...how i was even possible to be like that?
By CA'DE LUCE14 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Part 4 B
🌼 4. And the other half of you was still growing You were: naïve in some ways; inexperienced socially ; trusting; soft ; unarmed . That’s not lack of intelligence. That’s lack of exposure. You didn’t have adults teaching you the “street rules” of life. So you learned them later, the hard way. But that doesn’t erase the sharpness you did have.
By CA'DE LUCE14 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Last part
🌙 “How could I have forgotten all of this?” Because life pulls us in a thousand directions. Because adulthood layers over childhood like sediment. Because pain, distance, and responsibilities bury the softer memories. But they don’t disappear. They wait.
By CA'DE LUCE14 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Part 5
A world where purity was called naivety/ A life where exams intertwined us/ A glimpse of an adult you remember for life He saw: • a girl who didn’t pretend • a girl who answered honestly • a girl who didn’t have access to luxuries • a girl who worked hard • a girl who had dignity despite scarcity . His smile wasn’t mocking. It was respectful. He recognized your sincerity — and maybe even admired it.
By CA'DE LUCE14 days ago in Confessions
The world is short-staffed
Depending on where you live, it might be hard for you to tell but the world is short-staffed. You may be in a buzzing city, crowded all the time so it would be difficult for you to believe this but overall, the world is short staffed and it doesn’t matter what industry you are talking about. In this article, I am going to cover the hardest hit industries, but before that, let’s try to understand the “why” first.
By real Jema15 days ago in Confessions
Two girls, one library, and a hunger for worlds beyond your own—Part 3
The maths teacher, he tried to speak with my father then back. Nothing came good of that! Quite the contrary. So latter, when he, my father, moved in a small city, where i went further to another high school, and he put me out, i had the occasion or the luck, to ''land '' at the door of my cousin and her brother, after 1 am in the night! I had a small luggage. And trembling from fear and cold! Her brother was married with 2 children there and his sister in 2 rooms. Somehow, there was found a place for me! I will not tell you the reason my father throw me out. Or maybe I should?
By CA'DE LUCE15 days ago in Confessions
The Shadow Manifesto: Search for Meaning. Content Warning.
"What did I do wrong, papa? I don't understand why you are beating me. For what? It hurts. I am just 7 years old. . ." "This hurts me more than it hurts you, my son. You must learn to take pain like a man for that is what life is about. So stop crying. Don't be a cry baby. Be a man."
By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONS15 days ago in Confessions
