Childhood
The truth is in bold
Dear mom, there’s a thing or two that I haven’t told you. You may be thinking that I lied about my first kiss, or how many Saturdays I spent in the safety of Amy’s bedroom, and in that case, you wouldn’t be wrong, but I’m not writing this to confess any lies. I know you believe you know me from the inside out. You would say you know me better than I know myself.
By spirit 4 years ago in Confessions
I didn't understand. I just felt lonely.
Dear Mom, We haven’t spoken in a while, save for the short voice messages you would sometimes leave me during moments of clarity. A part of me closes up each time I press “play” and hear your voice. In all honesty, it’s not because I resent you or the sound of your voice—I just don’t know how to sort it with the memory I have of you.
By S.R. Var4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions to My Mom
Dear Mom, I don't really know where to begin. Last year, you told me about your neighbor's anger that her mother had sold you her house. You described, in detail, the tears coming down the woman's face as she saw her inheritance turned over to a stranger. You told me you didn't want me living in that resentment. You didn't want me spreading stories of your betrayal to whoever you sold the house to. "I don't want anything like that between us," you said, "you'll tell me if you have a problem, right?" And I told you I would. But, like I said... I don't know where to begin.
By Molly Marjorie4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mother, Don't Kill Me
Hey Mom, Remember when I said we had no secrets. Well that may not be entirely true. I honestly have too long of a list of secrets. It wasn’t always that way but let’s face it, I couldn’t stay the nerdy bookworm forever especially living where we did.
By Desiree Wetz4 years ago in Confessions
What You Still Refuse To Hear
I've been labeled the black sheep, the liar. Everyone knew I wasn't lying. It was much less messy to blame the child than to stop the pain. It had to be a lie. But it wasn't a lie. It was the truth, every time I told you, and it never stopped. You could have stopped it!
By Brenda Gooding4 years ago in Confessions
A Mind of Your Own
Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but... on that fateful night, I had a dreadful dream about our future as a family together. Much like déjà vu, my mind had forgotten the endless love that we shared and cared for. It had also imprisoned my eyelids in an involuntary state of nervous rippling, as if caught in an immobilising spell of suspended memory replays. When they finally popped open, I vaguely remembered the events in which I had lost you to the depths of this familiar velvety darkness that consumed you entirely and so unsparingly. In my wake, I could not save you from the demons that you were so enraptured by. The only stark detail that I can dredge up is the moment you were sprawled on the floor in your usual drunken stupor, completely unaware and steeped in your drenched, soiled pajamas.
By Hijjab Shah4 years ago in Confessions
The Time is Now:
Today, and I'm not sure why, and of all days, it is inconceivable that this day I would be strong enough to tell you; to divulge to you and... well, To unburden me of what I've been trying to unburden me of for eons, or let's say, my lifetime..., since I was nine. The time passed so quickly..., so very, very quickly while I was working diligently on the pure anxiety, guilt, and sense of self-loathing that originated from this event - the event I surmised, with help, of course, was the origin of all my terrible troubles! I have worked hard to get to this point: to the end of all of my suffering when I could, like, I said before, unburden myself to you.
By Jane Brant4 years ago in Confessions
