Family
"Ma Petite Chouette"
I’ve never been much of a sleeper. Even as a child I never slept through the night. Despite my mother's best effort, she was unable to attain a “normal” sleep schedule with me. My mother used to call me her “petite chouette.” It means “little owl” in English, but I preferred the way her French tongue clung to those two words. She’d make up little French lullabies to try and rock me to sleep, eventually she’d nod off and I’d remain peacefully awake in her arms.
By Ruby Cribby4 years ago in Confessions
Love Holds Memory
Love holds memory. I walked to the window with you, and we just stood there so quietly and stared. “The pond always gets depleted and loses water; then the rain comes and fills it up again right at the right time”, my auntie said. At least that’s what I heard you say. A person can say so much without saying what needs to be heard. I knew it meant whenever I needed to come home, I could.
By Destiny A Banks4 years ago in Confessions
Shelby's Eye
She slammed the car door too hard. It rattled the snow off the back window and the dirty snow globs around the tires fell to the garage floor. Shelby gingerly stepped over the gobs and walked into the house. The cats came running and the dog was almost tripping her with their pet excitement. It’s nice to be loved. Shelby put down her purse and slumped into the kitchen chair. She stared dejectedly at her freshly painted pink counter tops. They had brought so much joy, rolling that perfect shade of pink on her mid-century home in a quaint little Minnesota town.
By Janette Nystrom4 years ago in Confessions
"I'm holding my husband in a jar"!
Reel-time can mimick real-time They say art imitates life and life imitates art and the longer I live the more I find it is true. Last week on the ABC soap General Hospital the character Tracy Quartermaine (Jane Alexander) said something that stunned me then had me in stitches and at the same time was very sobering. Tracy was aboard the ship The Haunted Star when she ran into Alexis Davis (Nancy Lee Grahn). While holding a blue urn with the ashes of her deceased husband Luke Spencer (Anthony Geary) she says in her usual facetious manner, “I'm holding Luke is a jar. Everything is peachy-keen in my life!”
By Cheryl E Preston4 years ago in Confessions
A Brazilian Living In California
I moved to California in 1994. I came to USA to spend only 2 years and here I am... still here 28 years later. As a native of Rio de Janeiro (Brasil) it was a very difficult decision to make since my family was very close and we spent a lot of time together. However I married an American a couple of years before the big move and he had to come to USA for work. The plan was to spent 2 years here and move back to Brasil, however his work transfer back to my birth country never happened.
By Helena Martinez4 years ago in Confessions
The unlucky daughter
As a new mother I can't seem to understand why my mother treated me the way she did. Maybe it's because my son isn't old enough for me to completely get it. I honestly can't remember much of my childhood other than all the horrible things my mother did to me. As far as I can tell though she loved me unconditionally when I was younger. Once I hit my teenage years though that love seemed to disappear in my eyes. We would fight almost everyday sometimes it would even get physical. Once when I was 16 we got into an altercation and I tried to leave but wasn't allowed to my dad took my car keys as I tried to leave. I figured the next best thing to do was call the police. Once they arrived they talked to all three of us. My mother ended up pressing charges on me! I still to this day don't understand how she could do that to me when she always talked about needing a clean record to get a good job and then she was the one to make me have one. Luckily they told me if I follow the rules of my probation the charges would be dropped. Here was the problem in that compromise though. My mom was allowed to make the rules of my probation along with a few the cops gave me. This made me feel like I now had to walk on egg shells around my mother just to make sure she didn't tell my PO I was breaking the rules. I couldn't wait for it to be over. Living like that was the hardest thing I thought I'd ever have to do but then fast forward a couple years and it got worse. Once I turned 18 I thought things would change. I mean in my eyes I was an adult right? Well I was wrong. Not only was I still not allowed to wear what I wanted to I was still treated like a child! I still had to be home by 10 o'clock, I wasn't allowed to go out of town, clothes I bought with my own money that she didn't approve of she threw in the trash and she even would tell me who I could and couldn't date. Now yes to some people this may not seem that bad but as a new "adult" how am I supposed to prepare my self for the real world if she didn't let me. I got to the point I felt like she was holding me back. I was offered a promotion at my job that I couldn't take because she wouldn't allow me to work later in order to get it. Anytime I tried wearing something that I felt confident in she would basically slut shame me and call me names which made me start to lose my self confidence. I couldn't even experience a real relationship because if she didn't like the guy I was dating I was barely allowed to see him without sneaking around. Finally I got to the point I was ready to just leave that house. Unfortunately for me my plans had a rude awakening. I found someone who was going to let me move in with them so I started to get my own things that I was going to need to be out in the world on my own. I started by getting myself a new phone. I had to get a new one because she had my current one connect to her iPad and received all my texts and would get my phone call list sent to her with the phone bill. I was able to hide it from her for a few days but then she ended up finding it and she was not happy. We got into an argument and I stormed out. I went to a friends house and later came back to get ready for work. We had a code lock instead of a key and when I got home she had changed the code. No one was home so I was locked out. I called my dad to tell him what was going on and then called out of work. My dad told me to come back later when she should be back home. A few hours later I came back and knocked on the door. She told me I had 5 minutes to get my things and I wasn't allowed back. I tried putting my things in my bags and she walked in dumped everything out and said those bags belong to her and I wasn't allowed to have them. Then she went and got trash bags. She told me if I want to live like trash my things could go in trash bags. I barely got my things in bags before I went downstairs to get my clothes out of the washer and put them in the dryer. She processed to come down there and tell me she said five minutes and she meant it. I told her my clothes needed to dry and she said she didn't care. She then takes my clothes out of the dryer and throws them in a trash bag. As I'm struggling to take the bag upstairs I see her start throwing the other bags outside in the yard and she tells me to get out. I tried to go and get more things but she wouldn't let me. I ended up leaving that night with only a third of my things. I called the person I had planned to move in with anyways and they then told me it wasn't going to work. That's when I realized I had no where to go. For the next few weeks I bounced around from place to place basically living out of my car so I didn't have to bring everything in just to go to another place the next day. After those few weeks my aunt finds out I was thrown out on the street and invited me to live with her. Once my mom found out about this she said awful things to my aunt even though that was her own sister! I ended up living with my aunt from October to February the following year. I then got an apartment with my boyfriend. My mom found out and finally after 5 months let me come get the rest of my things. Fast forward a few months we found out we were pregnant. I ended up finally deciding to tell my mom only because it would be her first grandchild! She answered me a few days later and told me I was throwing my life away. I never answered her because I wanted a baby and I was ready to be a mom. A few months later she texts me again saying I'm going to be a terrible mother and if I don't get off the drugs I take I will be responsible for my child having birth defects. I have never done drugs in my life but she always assumed I did because she thought the people I hung around were on them. They weren't either! Again I didn't answer because it wasn't worth my time. Finally she texts me a third time when I get to my third trimester telling me she knows I will love my baby more than anything in the world and some more nice things. I still never answered her because I could tell she was just saying those things to finally get an answer but that doesn't change the other things she said to me. Ever since that day she hasn't spoke to me or texted me. My baby is now almost three months old and she hasn't even asked to meet him. Part of me is okay with that because I don't want the toxic life style around him but the other part wishes he got to meet his grandma at least once. What would you do in my situation?
By Kay4 years ago in Confessions
Should I Stay, Or Should I Go??
I know, odd photo for this type of thing I suppose. But really, it's kinda just here to help me find a bit of a neutral-ish, objective mindset for this confession and evaluation. And rooting for our American USMNT & USWNT in International Soccer and my Green Bay Packers are two of my most treasured passions, so it does display a bit of backstory for you on my personality I would hope.
By Sean S4 years ago in Confessions
Struggles of being a young mother in Africa
I was often warned about boys by my parents , but as we all know just like any other girl child I thought I knew better .My life was running smoothly ,going to school per usual “ oh by the way I was 17 years of age doing grade 11 “
By Lerato Nola Forebears4 years ago in Confessions
