Family
Husband no. 5
After your third husband, I’d joke with people that you were like Elizabeth Taylor. At bars, or at other one-upmanship contests, I’d confess to my in-group-of-the-month that I didn’t know exactly how many husbands you’ve technically had (four? six?), but that I was pretty sure you were now on your last. But that’s not what I want to talk about.
By Frank D'Andrea4 years ago in Confessions
Letter To Mom
Hey Mom, I never told you this before , but remember when I broke my leg in college playing rugby? And I promised I would never play rugby again? Well…1 year after my leg break and months of therapy, I started playing again. I know, I know…I promised I would never play again, but I loved to play and I was really good at it. Please don’t be mad and let me explain.
By Dana Freeman4 years ago in Confessions
Convincing Confession.
Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but I'm afraid of living. I know that is something you would hate for me to say, but it's true. The day you got sick was the worst day of my life, and I know you know that. I felt alone and scared, but most importantly, I felt lost thinking about losing you. I pushed you away, which hurt you; I never meant to do that.
By Aleeya Aleeya4 years ago in Confessions
Hey mum, you are a champion
Hey mum I never told you this before but when you asked me last year what had happened to me, because I was sad and I couldn't sleep, I lied to you. The reason why I was feeling that way was because I was afraid of losing you. You know, when I arrived in April last year I felt like my heart had been stolen. It was very hard to go back to Argentina because of the Covid pandemic; a lot of countries were closing their borders. I was feeling so stressed and sad. The idea of me staying in Australia made me feel worse.
By Rocio Gardey4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom.
Hi mom. It’s been awhile. Ever since you breathed life into me on that cold Thursday in 1995, you knew there was something special about me. It was something that you kept a secret, something you held dear to the most intimate parts of your soul, but you raised me in a way that we’d agreed upon the moment that I came into your life in the form of a simple strong plus on an at-home test. My life wasn’t going to be easy. I wasn’t going to grow up with all the bells and whistles of children in my peer group. I was going to be strong-headed, highly sensitive, emotional, and passionate yet slightly behind in sociability; everything that you told yourself that your first-born was going to be but everything that you knew that you or my father couldn’t nurture for long.
By Jackson Hunt4 years ago in Confessions
Letter to My Darling Mother
Dear Mom: You raised me as though I was an only child because my older brother moved out when I was six months old to get married and start his own family. In my eyes, I felt lucky because you showered me with all your love during my childhood. Although the love was suffocating at times for me, I became addicted to your attention and all the love you offered me.
By Anthony Chan4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom
Dear Mother, The time has come once again for the glorious day of celebrating mothers. Now that I am one myself, I know the joy it feels deep within knowing I am responsible for the creation of life, three times over. From the moment of seeing those two pink lines, feeling their first kicks, the fear of the unknown when bringing them into this world, and all the trials and ecstatic feelings that come with it. However, I know this joyous feeling every day of my life since I became a mother. The feeling of knowing my children are safe, warm, fed, and taken care of brings light to my life in many ways that are indescribable often.
By Belinda Grissam4 years ago in Confessions
Sometimes I don't love you.
Sometimes it’s hard to admit I don’t love you all the way. I do miss the old version of you. When you would encourage me to do my best, create hell, and smile. As a child, I was very insecure and needed words of affirmation. You were the greatest part of my existence, and I cherish you immensely. I cherish the conversations during dinner, being your dance partner in the kitchen as you made tortillas, and sharing an apple; that person I miss, and I loved her more.
By Vincent Paul 4 years ago in Confessions
Class of 2022
Dear Mamma, I have a serious confession to make, arguably. Are you ready? You sure? Positive? Okay, okay! I’ll spill. Just, don’t curse me or something. It’s been a rough few days and the probability of me having my third mental collapse of the week is a turd storm waiting to happen. Alright, here it goes. Mamma... I can't remember the last words you said to me.
By Evelyn Winters4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mommy:
I always felt like a burden to you and Dad. I was never coordinated enough, pretty enough, confident enough. I was clumsy; always falling and hurting myself, breaking things because I was curious and heavy handed. You were such a young mother and you and Dad always worked so hard; I tried to help by cooking and cleaning up; however, my help always seemed to cause a bigger mess and made you impatient and stern.
By Kim Brewer4 years ago in Confessions
A Sun And Her Son
Hey mom, Have you ever heard the myth of a sun, moon and black hole? No? Let me narrate it to you. Once upon a time, there was a beautiful and warming sun that shines the ray of love to everything surrounding her. A giant black hole at the nearby was roused from his eternal hibernation with the smooth touches of her rays and he immediately wished to make her his own only. Getting the blessings of the gods, this black hole got the privilege of marrying the stunning sun. Soon after their marriage, they gave birth to a moon. The moon was as bright as the sun, near to it and shone during both the daytime and nights. Sadly, the black hole was unable to live harmoniously with the sun and the moon. His darkened identity became a barrier to the peace of the family, he kept absorbing every single sprinkle of light. But he was ungrateful about that and sought more of it. The sun cried badly that the beams of light sprang from her eye created the uncountable stars on the sky. The moon, saw her sorrow and decided to abolish the black hole. And he did that! He effaced his father, the black hole. Starting from that day the light of the moon has dimmed, it moved away and started to hide from the sun and abdicated from the daylight in favor of the night.
By Yonathan Getachew4 years ago in Confessions
