Family
Once I Held You Nearest
Mother Dearest, Who I once held nearest, you were my teacher and friend. You taught me how to sing to the chickadees and hold seed in my hand so still that eventually they would land in my palm. You taught me how to look between the shells and rocks to find seaglass overstepped by countless beachgoers. Little gems hidden in the endless grey. You taught me to be gentle with my actions because not everyone is greeted with kindness. And from that I also learned how to care.
By Essi4 years ago in Confessions
Moonlight
Dear Mom, It's been 32 years since I entered this world and our relationship began. Poverty, pain, and panic attacks have littered the road, but we've made it! I often reflect on the time we have spent together and the rocky path we have walked to arrive here.
By HeyItsPhephen4 years ago in Confessions
Are You Watching?
Mom, there are a few things I’ve never shared with you before. I’ve never shared that on my eleventh birthday, Dad threw me the best birthday party ever. He invited all of my friends and we spent the evening painting our nails and doing facials. He even bought a special cake that was my favorite color- pink. He worked so hard, and I still get emotional when I think about it.
By Caitlin Mitchell4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mama
Mom, I never told you this because at first, I was ashamed and was not even really sure why I was. And then it was because I blocked it out for so long. It took me a very long time to realized what had happened and even longer to understand. I was taken advantage of... Mom I was sexually manipulated and assaulted. When I finally understood that I was again scared and ashamed to admit it. I have not told anyone else except for Chris. I know you would be upset and maybe even heartbroken if I ever worked up the courage to tell you. It was that first job I had; do you remember? The one at the Halloween and costume shop. I would go after my college classes and work until close. They ended up firing me because they said I was unprofessional, and I always said it was not true. Well, that was because the one manager that they fired before me had taken a liking to me. He was one of the 3 managers; he would talk to me and a few of the other girls and was very friendly. He would offer to massage my neck and shoulders when I had those tension migraine headaches, I got a lot back then... the ones that made me hold my neck at weird angles and cause me so much pain. Well, he eventually found me in the back room because it was quiet and dark and offered to rub my neck and then he was so close, and he turned me around and kissed me. I of course being the sheltered person I was, got confused and did not know how to react. When another coworker came back, I left and tried to avoid him, but he tried convincing me he liked me and me being the stupidly naive and innocent girl I was kind of fell for it. He tried instant messaging me, and I eventually learned he was married and got freaked out and then I got fired because of him and I just kind of blocked it all out. I am sorry I never told you I did not know how to since it has been so long since it happened and by time, I had fully come to understand what had happened.... I know some will say what happened is not a big deal and I myself sometimes feel like I am blowing something minor out of proportion but another part of me knows that what happened was wrong and was a manipulation of power and was sexual assault. I have struggled with whether I should tell you and when I saw the contest that said to confess a secret, I have to you this was my first thought. To tell you I was taken advantage of. And I do not know if that makes me messed up or if I am being ridiculous to try telling you through a contest prompt but here, I am typing this out for a contest I probably will not be able to enter because I do not know if I can. I mean I cannot even tell you how am I going to submit this for hundred maybe thousands to read? I guess I am ridiculous but here my secret. Mama I was sexually assaulted when I got my first job by my manager. I am sorry you would find out this way, but I hope you can understand why I have never told you. I am still not sure this will ever find its way to you but hopefully one day I can find the courage to tell you.
By Amaryllis Blake4 years ago in Confessions
Burning Bridges
Dear Ma, Where do I start- oh yeah- you’re the reason why I secretly started therapy last year. Remember my anger issues? Of course you do. Remember when you beat me into suppressing my feelings? No? I figured you don’t, but I do. Every time I have my tantrums, you would always bring out the belt. You thought you did something. Well, you did. You taught me that my feelings don’t matter and you wonder why I gatekeep all my secrets from you. You wonder why I don’t want to spend time with you. You wonder why you’re the last to know about everything going on in my life. You always overreact to everything. Remember when my sister first brought a guy home? You don’t? That’s so funny, because I remembered you embarrassed her by telling him that he could do way better than your own daughter! Really ma’am? Congratulations! We’ve already decided to put you in a nursing home.
By Linda Serrano4 years ago in Confessions
Hey Mom, I never told you this before, but.... Top Story - May 2022.
Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but… I'm depressed. I'll admit, it took me by surprise. It wasn't necessarily a feeling of being ok one day and then not ok the next. Looking back, I can see that it happened gradually. One day was tough, then another, then another, until I couldn't force myself to get out of bed. The thought of getting up to shower made me retreat even further under the blankets. And food? Food was the worst. Finding whatever remained of week-old meals that had been left in the fridge was absolute torture.
By Samantha Alis4 years ago in Confessions
Mom I'm sorry
Dear Mom, I want to start this off by thanking you for everything growing. Things weren't always easy and me and dad didn't have a great relationship. With the constant fighting and the multiple occasions of being told I could no longer live there when I was 16 and 17. You would always take my side in these fights and would fight for me. Without you there I would have been kicked out at 16 with no home or anything to go to so for all that I thank you for all of those instances cause at the time I was scared and confused. The only thing on my mind during those times was how am I going to survive with no shelter, no money, no car, no phone, and no food. Luckily I had you and I was able to continue living in our house but everyday felt like walking on eggshells in that house. I could never accept the advice you gave me.
By Nathan 4 years ago in Confessions
I was going to leave you.
The thing that makes you take pride in me the most, was an accident. I'd never been your favorite child. I was too different, too opinionated, and far too inquisitive. You hated that. My outspoken nature made me difficult to control. But when most of the older ones dispersed to "fancy" new apartments, cars, and lives of their own, the pickings for who you would influence next were slim. The remaining older boy was too standoffish, the younger sister too small. I was an adult, too, married with a child of my own but not so far away that you couldn't reach me. That hadn't been my goal. I wanted to be unreachable. Should I be grateful now that it didn't work out?
By Danicia Lee-Hanford4 years ago in Confessions
My Unconventional Life as a Single Mother of 12
The love of motherhood is truly an indescribable feeling that brings so much joy and purpose to my life. I’ve always known I wanted to be a mother, but it wasn’t until after getting married and trying several times to have children of our own that we were faced with the hard reality that this wouldn’t be possible for us. With so many children in foster care awaiting adoption, we knew there was something more we could do to help and decided adopting three newborn triplets would be the perfect solution for our family.
By Healthy Lifestyle the story4 years ago in Confessions
