Family
Secret Life of a Church Family
Good morning-ting or afternoon or whatever. Let me start by introducing myself or what not. I am Noir, like the wine Pinot noir. Definitely not my mom’s idea but my dad’s; a current, used to be, or reborn alcoholic. We’ll talk about him a bit later but… yes Noir Goodwine is me. I guess they thought the name was a good play on words so I’ll take it. As an Aquarius women, we are known to be very nonchalant and have an I don’t care attitude so I had a pretty good life overall. But being the true Aquarius that I am, wise beyond my years. I have witnessed a lot of craziness. So let me give you the good wine about these people that DNA proved is my family. Now let me say before I get too deep, I don’t claim these folks anymore lol. I love them, I truly do but the messiness and craziness is not conducive to me being the unbothered successful woman that I am. Soooo I’ll start with my dad side of the family because to be honest, they will have me writing this story for years to come. Yes it is just that crazy but trust me, it is 100% true.
By Noir G4 years ago in Confessions
Speechless
One evening, after dinner, there was nothing to do. Sitting on the railing along the road with my father, the wind is very comfortable blowing the sadness of the beginning, it seems that it can become a trace in an instant. The burning clouds at the edge of the sunset are particularly enthusiastic or unrestrained, it is a beautiful night, I read in my heart.
By test4 years ago in Confessions
My first birthday
I've never had a birthday in my life. Maybe it's because the old days were so hard that parents were too busy making ends meet to think about their children's birthdays? Perhaps he has been used to this kind of ordinary life for many years? Even though my kids clamor every year about how to celebrate their birthday, I never thought about celebrating my own. Perhaps in my shallow consciousness it was as good as nothing, so I didn't celebrate my birthday until I turned 40.
By Liston Flowers4 years ago in Confessions
He used to want you to grow up. Now he wants you to call.
I didn't text him a blessing, I didn't buy him gifts or give him red envelopes, I didn't even call him to check in. I don't know why, there always seems to be some distance between a daughter and her father.
By Uefa Calvin4 years ago in Confessions
How to maintain a long-term relationship?
My husband and I have been in love for five years, married for four years and known each other for nearly ten years. In 17 years, I got married from Jiangxi province to Ningxia. At that time, there were no high-speed trains, trains and planes to reach each other directly. It was just far away, which was not very convenient. But last year, I didn't know whether we had a child or were too busy with each other, which led to the lack of communication and communication between us. As a result, our relationship became not very good.
By jacks jeff4 years ago in Confessions
Take A Look At This Knotty New Mama
I’ve been realizing that the reason why writing has recently been such a heavy lift, and why it’s led to so many afternoons of sitting and staring that look terrifyingly like doing nothing, is for this very reason: I’ve been paralyzed by the internalized fear of writing about being a mother. Without fully acknowledging why to myself, I’ve desperately scrambled for something else I could write about — and please, believe me, no one wishes more than I do that I could write about how I spent the last two years having an affair with a young cobbler I met on a nude beach in Ibiza. But that was not my last two years. What I’ve learned is that there’s a reason motherhood as a story is so frequently untold. - “I’ll Show Myself Out” Written by Jessi Klein
By Self•Eloquence4 years ago in Confessions
The end of a chapter.
I got the news in a text message- looking down at my phone staring at a message from my aunty that started with the words “I’m sorry to write this to you in a text” I assumed the message was going to end in something like “I really need you to pay me back the money you owe me” but unfortunately that wasn’t it. I kept reading but my eyes missed a couple of words and focused on “SUICIDE” I froze like my brain just couldn’t go further. Why the heck would my aunt be messaging me about suicide I thought.
By Jessica Joyce4 years ago in Confessions
LIES
LIES Peeking through the crystal flakes scattered on my window to days past, I see my dad’s hair covered with silver powder snow, reading a book, thoughtful as ever. Once I believed each word he ever said. Later, I did not trust his judgement anymore, and thought that all his words had been lies.
By Anette Rosen4 years ago in Confessions
