Family
The unbroken connection
The above photo of my husband and I was taken about 7 years ago. My oldest son edited it for the holidays and I used it on my Facebook page. One relative took it to mean I was trying to hold on to my spouse who passed away on March 2021. She basically said I needed to move on because he was gone and would not be my husband in the after life. This woman is still with her husband so she means well but does not know what I am feeling.
By Cheryl E Preston4 years ago in Confessions
Imagine No More Colds. It's Easy If You Try.
I think it possible to describe a cold, a common respiratory cold, in such a way that no one, in their right mind, would ever want to experience it. Just the thought of getting a cold sends us to memories of past colds. We recall the dillies, the ones we thought we were going to die from our head exploding because our nose had cemented over.
By Ron Baron4 years ago in Confessions
Brain vs. Body
I know I have a little bit of time to still decide this, but as a woman I feel like I am on a time clock to make a life altering decision. Inherently, I have never desired to carry my own child as some do, but even when I was in love, my envision of having a family included the children starting at or around five years of age and up.
By Rilee Arey4 years ago in Confessions
Cutting Out The Middleman
It all started in 2006, I was 22 years old and was living with a roommate who happened to be schizophrenic and was self medicating with marijuana and meth. Since I was active in my addiction, this was fine to me. The house we lived in was a 3 bedroom which meant we had an extra room so when my older male cousin needed a place to stay, I offered the empty room. He was also in active addiction.
By Maliah Tokay4 years ago in Confessions
[AITA??]
Something that has been recurrently on my mind lately as the world takes a turn for the worse again--seeing all these families and people struggling because of the housing crisis, lack of jobs, etc... And I don't want to sound as if I'm trying to blame my problems on someone else--yeah, there's a lot of things I hold myself accountable for, as I'm sure many of you do, too. But I want to talk about the fact that...honestly, most of us (18-26+) wouldn't be in half the shit we are if our parents had actually thought about bringing children into the world before actually doing it.
By ThatOneWriter4 years ago in Confessions
Random Ramblings
“Hey, so you want me to buy you cigarettes?” were the first words that came out of my mouth, after I had called my brother, after he had messaged me on a December evening. I was ready for bed, turning down for the night when the Whatsapp notification pinged me into action. I’m not much of a social media user so whenever I receive a message, I get a little excited. A little energy flows and agitates my teeth, I start blinking rapidly, twist to get into a more comfortable position and turn on my phone.
By Nathan Man4 years ago in Confessions
Mom’s Act Of Cruelty
My name is Dorothy, it’s 1967 and I’m five years old. I live in Future City outside the small City of Cairo, Illinois. It’s a peaceful place with some neighbors having rabbits, goats, chickens and hogs. There’s 2 stores and 2 churches and lots of other children to play with.
By Ravinia Roxann4 years ago in Confessions
Sticking with Integrity
Episode 5 of the STARZ Original, Power Book II took Tariq through an emotional high & immediate low, all in the last 10 minutes of the show. Tariq St. Patrick is a college kid, in the scene, he’s in a court hearing trying to get custody of his sister, Jasmine, after their grandmother’s alcohol abuse left Jasmine in foster care. Tariq wants to keep his family together and gets granted temporary custody.
By Zeneida Sanz4 years ago in Confessions
Surreptitious
I’m going to tell you my biggest, darkest secret. And it’s not pretty. I hated my baby. To be entirely honest, Im terrified. Why am I sharing this? Well, because I think that it will help me but maybe also someone else if they ever felt the way I did. A little back story, I’ve never wanted children. At least not my own biological ones. I love kids. I have a lot of younger siblings, five to be exact, and I loved spending time with them.
By Tiffany Fairfield4 years ago in Confessions
Faith, Love and Betrayal
There are a few stories within any given life that merits full disclosure. This, I believe for me, is one of them, and all of what I’m about to tell you is unabashedly true. But, to be sure, I wouldn’t expect anyone to follow in my footsteps. Each of us is to be led by the beating purpose of our lives. The following story is mine, and by choosing to be a part of it, I’ve steadily grown to be further understood and exemplified by it. Now, I’ve fully embraced it because it has become a part of who I am, and I’d do nothing else to change it if I realistically could. For what I’ve come to personally know, embodying an authenticity requires digging deep and being gripped in a kind of death, before knowing how to rise from the ashes and live.
By Jesse Chen4 years ago in Confessions
