Embarrassment
MiMi Meets A Bear…
Hey hey 👋 what up,what it do? This blog comes to you with coffee ☕️ but no cannabis 🌱 and that was not by choice. It’s a major inconvenience for me, but hopefully the Maryland Cannabis Commission will get their act together. However I firmly believe that the lack of being medicated contributed to me almost being mauled by a bear in the backyard.
By Majique MiMi4 years ago in Confessions
HOLDING ON
The noise was deafening but the neighbors had grown accustomed to the young Garcia's self-entertainment Francisco also called Frank by his father, and Frances by his grandmother Nana was preoccupied by the image of himself playing with either Chicago or Santana as a bass guitarist. At 18 he was full of idealistic dreams. He fancied himself as a real looker compared to most of the other boys in his class. Hillcrest High School didn't have many of Hispanic descent but it was where he had been placed the previous school year. Prior schools, Saint Francis de Sales in Chicago and Saint Gerard of Markham were more strict than this High School. Here they didn't monitor students. After this summer he would have to return unless his parents moved again. They and Nana... his mother's mother were the Guiding Light in his life. Bianca Marie his younger sister was just that, a younger sister who followed his every lead. He was practicing Bumphead, a tune from one of the many Santana albums in his possession.
By CarmenJimersonCross4 years ago in Confessions
Moving On
Moving on from a relationship can be extremely difficult, but what happens when the relationship breakdown is due to the fact that the person you invested all your time and energy into is a narcissist? You fell in love with the worse type of personality there is, Narcissists are energy-draining, soul-crushing creatures who make you feel that no matter what you are just not good enough, that it is your fault only.
By Courtney Benjamin4 years ago in Confessions
Why I quit my dream job as a fashion buyer.
As far back as I can remember my heart was set on being a fashion buyer. I went to college, got the internship at a big fashion house and moved to two cites to chase my dream of getting my foot into the industry and then, moved back to my home city to land the job as a buyer.
By Ren4 years ago in Confessions
This Writing for An Audience
I have no real purpose behind this writing except to state that when you write for an audience (whether a small one, such as I am currently writing for, or a larger one if you are trying to be published or keeping a blog) the process can be down right frightening. Does anyone else read constantly over what you have typed/wrote, and imagine someone reading it to your horror?
By Kaiz 4 years ago in Confessions
365 Days +91.
The Betrayal And The Gut Instinct As I sat on my couch writing, my husband made dinner. I looked over to the kitchen at the man I felt so lucky to have met with a distant look in his eyes. "Babe, what's wrong?" I said. He looked at me for a minute and replied, "I'm fine." I looked at him, perplexed for a few minutes, and returned my attention to my computer screen. For some reason, I had an ache in my heart, and a gut-wrenching feeling in my soul, something inside of me already knew. I looked at him again, his eyes fixed on the floor before him, I decided to turn myself toward him once again posing the same question. "What is wrong?" His eyes never leaving the floor he said to me "I didn't even want to come home tonight." I felt like a punch to the stomach, my cheeks feeling a sudden warmth, "Well, that's nice. Why would you even say something like that?" I said. He looked up at me for a split second, and said "Just letting you know how I feel." I took in a deep breath, the feeling overwhelming, and I had no other choice to ask the question. "Is there someone else?" I said, He stood there quiet, eyes to the ground, every second feeling like an eternity. I could not take the silence anymore, the silence answered the gnawing in my heart. "There is, isn't there?" I said loudly. His eyes again landed on me as he opened his mouth and said the word I dreaded to hear. "Yes, there is." Anger grew inside me like a volcano waiting to erupt. "Who is she?" I screamed, "It doesn't matter." He replied. "Is it someone I know?" I asked. He paused and finally said "No." I grabbed my phone, looking for anyone to save me from this nightmare, I texted mutual friends, I slammed my phone down, I looked at him, and saw red. "Well, I hope you made the right decision because she is all you have now," I said as he gathered his belonging and made his way out the door.
By Courtney Benjamin4 years ago in Confessions
A Blue Dress Made Me Realize an Uncomfortable Truth
My eyes filled with tears as I struggled to avoid catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I knew I'd gained weight, but I hadn't realized how much until I tried to pull on the blue dress and found it wouldn't go past my thighs. Although my ex-boyfriend would disagree, I'd spent most of my life as either a thin or mid-sized girl. That moment when I was alone in the fitting room was the moment, I realized I was heavier than I'd ever been. My heart sank to my stomach as I realized I was probably plus-sized.
By Jade M.4 years ago in Confessions
A Face Palm of a Day Part: 2
Kate took a sip of her first mimosa and felt it instantly touch every part of her insides. Kate had been wanting to go to Carroll Place for a while and finally got a reservation. For $28 you could get an entre and all you can drink mimosas and other brunch drinks for an hour and a half.
By Leah Lawrence 4 years ago in Confessions
