Family
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
NOWHERE TO TURN
No one cared about what I thought all they cared about was my body and how they can get a peace, no one cared about how I was feeling they just cared about getting a thrill. Growing up if I didn’t let my father touch on me sexually, he would beat me. Rather I fell asleep in my bedroom or in the living room he would find me, he always had on a black bathrobe with his black leather belt in the pocket of the bathrobe. if he heard One sound, one word, or One peep from me as he was fondling my nine-year-old body he would pull his belt out in strike me with it across my face.
By Domonique Gaffney4 years ago in Confessions
My Son Announced on Facebook that His Family Hates Him
Like all good parents, I have done nothing but love my son. His grandparents, aunts, and uncles love him too and have gone above and beyond to always show him. First class tickets to Manchester, England to watch Manchester United play? No problem. Hours and hours on the phone listening to his frustrations, anger, and anxiety? Anytime. Buying the exact gift specified no matter how high its price tag? But of course. Money for therapists, special classes, psychiatrists? Where do I send the check?
By Susan McCorkindale4 years ago in Confessions
Challenges with Nothing
Moving myself and my children into an unknown town and unknown surroundings can make things difficult, but to move into a dwelling that would surely be unfit for any family was not my idea of a good time. Electric went out every time it stormed, tornadoes went overhead like butterflies on steroids, and the water stopped running from the well near the dwelling, so hand pump it turned out to be. I realize that this sounds like really unfit surroundings, and believe me when I say that now I would fully agree, but at that time there was no money, and no home to go to. Hopelessness can be a hard thing unless you have experienced it yourself. Its hard to drag yourself out of it.
By Mary Ellen Hulburt4 years ago in Confessions
There’s no easy path, there are just strong feet
It's been quite some time, but here I am, sitting still on my stool, remaining unemployed. Having no source nor any form of income, I'm starting to see my savings running out - dripping faster than a broken faucet and draining quicker than a funnel.
By Raise Life Up4 years ago in Confessions
