Dating
Two True Stories Of Love On The Rocks
True story number 1 I once met a girl in Spain who told her story and it really was quite unbelievable. Maria, not her real name, was betrothed to some guy from Germany. The marriage date was set, the wedding dress was bought, the invitations sent out, the church, hotel and reception were booked and paid for. A few days before the big day Maria got a telephone call from the boy's mother saying he had been involved in a serious car crash in Germany and had sadly passed away.
By Liam Ireland5 years ago in Confessions
The Midnight Quesadilla
My apartment was a mess. Honestly, I could blame it on my depression if I really wanted to and, really, it is partly true. I get sucked into depressive episodes by getting overwhelmed from getting behind on chores because of my high anxiety induced ADHD. I did talk to a psychologist about it once and he told me to go outside and exercise. But when you get right down to it, I just couldn’t find the motivation to clean my apartment. I wanted to, but I didn’t know where to start.
By Loe B.5 years ago in Confessions
Unadulterated Bliss
The fire that I have for her burns deep. And with every passing day the logs pile and the fire grows. Just the sight her sends shock waves to my knees. Every "Hello", every "what are you doing" melts my inner being. I think of her day and night, I think is it lust or is it love? I ask myself how can you be so smitten after so few encounters. What is it about her that drives my nerves into the ground, makes my palms sweat , raise the hair on my neck. Is it the way she looks directly into my eyes, making me feel seen. Could it be those beautiful soft lips that tell me like it is, never muttering lies. Is it possible that her hands hold my face just so that I feel safe when ever my cheek and her palm embrace. The way she laughs perhaps, as if she hasn't a care in the world.
By Jasmine Manley5 years ago in Confessions
If Socks Could Talk
I would like to preface that 2009/10 was a weird time for me. I had already graduated high school but didn't go to college right away so I was babysitting my siblings mostly, and playing soccer on the weekends with a homeschool team. I wasn't even a part of the homeschool group, my little siblings were and I think my parents just wanted me to be a part of something.
By Amanda Alexis5 years ago in Confessions
I fell in love with a married man who secretly have a crush on me
It was in the mid summer of August when I started a new job at the asylum nearest to my residency. The job seemed frightening at first when I went in for orientation, but then interesting when I pause a look at the unusual photos on the wall of the facility while passing down the many corodors it has.
By Carrie Johnson5 years ago in Confessions
Red Rendezvous
The hot water felt incredible. First hitting my scalp, the water running over my hair, a rush of warmth felt all down my back. Sighing out loud, I marveled at how this could possibly be the best shower I’d ever, ever had in my life- in all my 34 years of showering? My mind contorted into numbers, trying to work out that answer - but mathematics had never been my forte. Inwardly rolling my eyes at myself and my overthinking, I turned to face the other wall and just immerse myself in the moment.
By Eli Johnston5 years ago in Confessions
Golden Elixir
Perfection? Sometimes it seems as though this world is too damn perfect! The sky was of a heavy gray and all happened so perfectly, I mean, if the little boy down the street would not have died that morning, then Sandra, his school teacher, would not have met Lorie’s dad at the funeral. It seemed like his coffin was glowing with light by the way the sun stroke the wood. My heart was crushed yet the way the pain pulled my insides assured me how I am filled with life. And the way the birds flew from the forest’s backdrop scene, it seemed like his soul flew out of this realm to reach the unseen. Perfection then must embrace episodes of sourness.
By Alice K.S.5 years ago in Confessions
Aussie Afghan
I was a newly single mum! Living in a government owned house, in a middle class area, close to the city and major routes. I had the kids during the week and they visited their father on the weekends. I started studying my dream career and was pretty much busy all week taking care of my kids, my house, appointments and tafe. But being a woman in my early thirties, I had needs that needed to be met. I was interested in dating and getting out in the world (when the kids were away). I was trying to loose weight the sexy way and tried my luck on several dating apps. After many successful attempts ( and some weirdos) and many sexy dates, I still found myself craving something more. Must have been the thirteen years marriage I had with one man. I was missing falling asleep in a steady, warm, loving embrace. Feeling safe and secure from the moment the sun disappears until it rises again. Many around me were hooked on a lover. Even my parents had survived the ups and downs, finances, health, insecurities and disruptions of life. But somehow I was a victim of emotional abuse and had the strength to stand up and push away. It killed me mentally, emotionally. It pulled me through emotions that had been hidden deep inside and had me hating, cursing and angry past the point of control. But somehow dating strangers helped me to feel alive, free and wanted. Talking to guys and having them respond was an addiction that was feeding the worthiness that I truly desired. Sex was just an emotional connection, but conversation was my intellectual existence. With dating apps, guys wanted me, even after sex some still talked with me. A big curvy (overweight/obese) female was wanted and it felt good to be wanted by so many. Even my best friend gave me the name of the site she used to find her sensitive new age guy.
By Perth Local Guide5 years ago in Confessions
