Family
My First Experience with Birth Trauma
My first experience with birth trauma ---- In that in between grey of early morning, I finished up packing and eagerly left with my fiance' of the time. His father drove us to the hospital. I was going to meet my baby girl that day. My sweet baby girl. Everything I had endured with my "fiance" would be worth it as soon as I met my baby girl, right?
By Jenna Rae Mueller 4 years ago in Confessions
Johnny Carson's Monologue
My mom passed away from cancer in 2013. I think of her everyday. Memories come unbidden, often bittersweet. The bad ones not associated with the cancer involve me being a callous, angst-ridden teenager, causing the poor, dear woman so much anxiety; but even those aren't bad, because when I look back, I can see how genuinely she loved me. She put up with me. She tried to get through to me. She never gave up on me.
By C. Rommial Butler4 years ago in Confessions
Drunk Housewife Stereotype
I remember the days when I lived with an American host family and saw my host mum slowly falling deeper and deeper into depression and alcoholism. I remember feeling bad for her but also kind of judging her. She was successful, wealthy, and had a beautiful home in the capital city of the United States of America. I kept on asking myself... When did she get so pathetic? Funny, I felt like I was better.
By Martyna Dearing4 years ago in Confessions
Psst, You, Yes, You
My mother had a lot of quirks, but she was also an unlikely repository of excellent advice served up as snappy bits of home-spun wisdom. One of her best tidbits was if something feels off, it’s because it’s off. That was her way of saying that when the voices in your head start talking, you better start listening.
By Misty Rae4 years ago in Confessions
The Ignominious Jell-O Debacle
To a grandchild, a grandparent is an incredible and wonderful being. It is as if everything their grandparent touches is magic. Their recipes are secret and special. Part of the magic is that you do not know the ingredients used in them, as my brother and I have recently discovered.
By E.L. Martin4 years ago in Confessions
What Happens When We Felt Unloved as Children
Some of us were born into the perfect families, with a mother and father who smiled adoringly at one another over the perfectly square breakfast. They engaged with one another and you could feel the love in the room. When the children spoke up they were given eye contact and their full attention; their heads bobbed up and down with every new inflection in their child’s words.
By Melissa Steussy4 years ago in Confessions
Letting Go of Perfect
Every day I find myself looking around at my house, my reflection, my LIFE, and mentally making to-do lists of all the things I “need” to take care of. There are piles of precariously leaning games, 647,982 pieces of precious art (aka scribbles that my kids didn’t want to throw away so they “gift” it to me), junk drawers overflowing with...well, junk, the couch cover (that hides our hideous but comfortable hand-me-down couch from the 90’s) that is never tucked in right, my kids’ closet that’s riddled with clothes that don’t fit, the laundry that is somehow either all dirty or all clean and waiting to be put away, there are random hair clips and “special” rocks all over the counter. The list goes on, and believe me, it does, because I am the one who makes the lists. They never end. I find myself careening between horror at what a clean-freak stranger would think if they walked in right now, and pretending that everything will be fine if I can just get to the weekend when I will certainly have time to whip everything into immaculate, Martha Stewart-worthy shape. But the reality is, I never have time to check off all the to-dos and must-take-care-ofs. I often wonder what life would feel like if I could suddenly become a hardcore minimalist (and drag my family with me, kicking and screaming). Then I remember that that too would take time; I would have to either go through all the shit laying around, or I would have to light it on fire and walk away like an action-movie badass. I think that HOAs frown on that sort of thing, though.
By Krystl Densmore4 years ago in Confessions
A letter for Dad
So here we are. You had a funny way of showing it, but this is what you would’ve wanted. I can’t help but feel like you knew. Your last bit of sanity was left for me. Your pessimistic attitude and apathetic, nonchalant actions were screaming louder than any words.
By Rambler's Society4 years ago in Confessions
Our Furbabies Are Our Biggest Supporters
Who needs medicine when there are cats? I have to say that my life is significantly better with cats in our lives. Our 2 cats names Marco and Marcia arrived in our lives more than 8 years ago. They are the best of friends and Marco, the big orange cat, loves to dress up for holiday occasions-- Halloween is no exception. I lucked out and found the very last 2 pet costumes at my local dollar store. In general, Marcia, the tortoiseshell cat, is more shy and more curious as to why I even bother to put on a costume for her as she knows nothing about this crazy holiday season.
By C C Farley4 years ago in Confessions
The Pain I Carry
Before getting started, I would like to announce that I will be briefly going over the pains I carry in my everyday life, which made me who I am today. To begin with, I would like to present my life story in a timeline fashion, or try my best to as my mind constantly runs over a thousand miles per minute. Now before I do get into anymore details I would like to introduce myself, my name is Nayequwan Williams, I am a father of three handsome boys, Adrian, Saint and Kailo. Adrian my oldest son which is five years of age , my middle son saint, three years of age and my youngest son Kailo which is seven months of age. i am also proud to announce I am a Virgo, as I was born on September fifteenth of nineteen ninety six. So at the age of thirteen I went through one of the most traumatizing experiences a kid could ever go through. Just to cut to the chase, I was living with my mom, the house was occupied with me my mom, my little sister and my moms boyfriend. At the time we was living in section eight. My moms boyfriend at the time name was Ricky Johnson. Ricky has a habit of putting his hands on my mom, So one day I hear them yelling, I walk down into the living room and I see them wrestling, or tussling as you’ll all would say. So thirteenth year old me was yelling “stop putting your hands on my mommy” he didn’t listen, therefore me panicking not knowing what to do, I had to think fast. I ran back to my moms room and grabbed a all black pistol. (not knowing it was a BB gun), after grabbing the gun I ran back into the living room and pointed at him and told him to let go of my mom or else. He then gave me that devilish look I could never forget. Then he stated, “oh you wanna play with guns huh! Okay I got you!. He then starts yelling at me and he rushes towards his bag to grab his all silver desert eagle. Me being a kid I took off into my room scared. After he grabs his gun I hear the gun cock back and he bursted into my room with the gun saying “you wanna die today! Give me one reason why I shouldn’t fucking shoot you. I’m screaming and crying in fear as he has a loaded gun pointed at my head as he is holding me down on the bed. My mom didn’t even budge to help me other than saying “stop it, he didn’t mean it” in a nonchalant voice. Well of course he didn’t pull the trigger because I’m still alive till this day and I have no problem saying this in my story but if I ever do catch him again, I WILL KILL HIM! With no hesitation nor care for the law, even though my record is still clean as a whistle. There has also been other times when ricky and my mom argued and one day he decide to lock my little sister in the room while holding the door. As me and my mom are fighting him to stop he finally called it quits and left, leaving me and my sister traumatized once again. I! Me personally! don’t promote violence but some people do deserve death for as it is earned not meant to be giving. Now before I get into the next stage of pain I would like to say me and my family don’t get along whatsoever, I am looked down upon as the black sheep of the family. I never had family support nor had my mom tell me she love me more than I can count on one hand. Also my mom pushed my dad away from me at a very young age and brainwashed me into hating my own dad. But will touch base more on my family later on in this story.
By Nayequwan Williams4 years ago in Confessions
