Teenage years
Dear Mommy Dearest
Dear Mommy Dearest, I remember the day where I began to look at you differently, I remember the day where my respect for you slowly started to go away and the pain from realizing why cut so deep I never thought we would ever be the same again.
By G.T.W Productions4 years ago in Confessions
Ode to a Mother
I can't chew spearmint gum without tasting leather purses and church pews. I can't experience a hot summer night without remembering the build-your-own chef salads we made growing up because we couldn't afford air-conditioning and there was no way in h-e-double hockey stocks that we were turning the oven on.
By Brandon4 years ago in Confessions
The danger of ephemerality. Runner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge.
Mummy, I never told you this before, but I was the one who stole your cigarettes. Yes, me, your fruitful little gent who used to steal them as a deterrent for your compulsive habit. It’s funny, I can still vividly picture myself taking them captive and hiding them around the house as if it were yesterday. I was little Robin Hood, while your body was the peasantry and your response was the amalgamation of King Richard, his aristocracy and obviously the Sheriff.
By Myles Harrison4 years ago in Confessions
One Day You Called Me, "My Little Bean"
My beloved mother, I write to you today because I’m still alive. I apologize for disappearing back when I was in high school. I can’t imagine the pain that you must have suffered during those frightening times. My beautiful soul left me, and I had nothing, but unearthly voices in my mind. I had forgotten who I was, the happy girl you gave birth to as your own. I have erased the existence of where I came from like water spilling on inked words, life was a blur.
By Doors to Life4 years ago in Confessions
Kidnapped by a mobster
H ello ! I thought I'd write a new story. The narrator: Anna, is a girl born in fluff, who does not know the word "poverty" and only knows how to give orders. Her world is a pink one and she doesn't care what she says. She wants to show the world how beautiful and smart she is. but sometimes her "friends" think she's stupid and naive.
By Aiki Nightore4 years ago in Confessions
An Open Letter to Share My Regret. Runner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge.
Dear Mum, I don't have a secret for you. I never kept anything from you except maybe - I never snuck out of the house to meet a boy - although, I planned how I would do it if I could. I never drank anything but water and cordial. Not until 6 months after I legally could did I ever take even a sip. Even soft drink that you didn't approve, I stayed away from, I trusted your judgement. I never let anyone pressure me into anything. I never did any of the "bad" things.
By Jaimie4 years ago in Confessions
My Sister Brought Out The Worst Introvert In Me
My dear ever-gorgeous sister, I know that your personality is the total opposite of mine. You’re an extrovert, loud and shine bright, and bring laughter wherever you go. You make people laugh and don't mind being a bit silly and letting people laugh at your silliness.
By Life Lesson4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom,
My abortion at age 13 was traumatic enough. I could not stand the thought of disappointing you again. Honestly, I withheld sharing so much of my life experiences with out of fear of you. You were always so judgmental of family members and close friends, and of me too. You were mean, insecure and threatened by me, your child. Your physical and emotional abuse did not help either. Our relationship was always one sided and we both know that my younger sister is your favorite child. I was disobient and “bad” as you labeled me before turning double digits in age. You wish you had left me in the hostipal were one of your favorite lines. Those words stung like a bee. They still do.
By Simone Boxhill4 years ago in Confessions
The Car
The Car Hey Mom, Do you remember the year I was 17? That was the year dad had the heart attack right after my birthday. You were so worried. I’m sure you recall he needed some TLC and therapy after he came home. I’m hoping that even with your dementia issues, you remember that year.
By Sharon Koehler4 years ago in Confessions
The Joyride Confession
One Friday night in the Summer of 1995, I wanted so badly to go to a party that was going to be without chaperones in the middle of nowhere. The plan was a bonfire and hanging out without supervision with the kids from school. One of the popular guys from school was hosting the party. It was a must attend event for me to feel like I was a part of the cool kid group for once.
By Helen BlackBurn 4 years ago in Confessions
