Family
A Fragment of My Truth
This is the sad and hard truth about growing up without your biological parents. I was sent to live as a foster kid at a very early age. You don’t really understand why—you’re just bouncing around, confused, longing for mom and dad. Eventually, my maternal mother took charge and brought me and my three sisters together. But soon after, we were separated again. I never felt much connection with my two older sisters, but my little sister and I had a bond. We protected each other—at school, at home, even when we didn’t behave the way our grandmother wanted.
By Teodoro De Jesus4 months ago in Confessions
After The Last Embrace
There is no date. No name. No grave. But there is absence. An absence that can’t be seen, but weighs heavy. That isn’t spoken, but lives in every corner. That isn’t cried out loud, but is carried deep within. Because not having become a mother by circumstance is not just a choice unmade — it’s a life unlived, a love unshared, a dream unfulfilled.
By luz entre lagrimas4 months ago in Confessions
When Hearts Speak Without Words
I met her on a rainy afternoon, the kind of rain that soaks you to the bone and makes the world feel both cold and alive at the same time. I was running late for work, clutching a coffee that had long gone cold, when I saw her standing under a broken umbrella, laughing at the sky as if the storm had arrived just to dance with her.
By Alpha Man4 months ago in Confessions
We Should All Feel Wonderful Every Day
Introduction A ten-year-old post from Seven Days In showing that my attitudes have not changed much. It's just about caring for others and supporting them if you can, and how giving can be as gratifying as receiving.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Confessions
THE DAY MY MOTHER TOLD ME THE TRUTH ABOUT MY FATHER
I was seventeen when my mother sat me down at the kitchen table, the same one where I had done my homework and eaten birthday cake for years. The afternoon light came through the window, turning the dust in the air into tiny floating stars. She had been quiet all morning, moving slowly, her face pale in a way that made me nervous. I thought she was sick, or maybe she had lost her job. I didn’t expect her to change everything I believed about my life.
By Alpha Man4 months ago in Confessions
💔 When a Soul Leaves: The Unbearable Silence After Losing a Beloved Dog
There are moments in life when time simply stops. When the world becomes unbearably quiet, and the familiar rhythm of love that filled our days disappears — not because love ended, but because the heart that carried it is gone.
By Stefano D'angello4 months ago in Confessions
“I Thought I Knew My Husband Until This Day”
I always thought our marriage was perfect—or at least as perfect as life allows. James was kind, charming, and attentive in a way that made me feel like the luckiest woman alive. We laughed together, shared dreams, and even survived the kind of challenges that make other couples break apart. Or so I thought.
By Alpha Man4 months ago in Confessions
Ramblings of a Stay at Home Mom
I feel good today. Like I’ve got some sort of idea what I want today to be like. I want to clean and I want to bake and I want to give her solids. I don’t think I’ll clean, I definitely won’t bake, but I’ll do my best to give her the opportunity to explore food. I’m stuck on this couch because at 6 months old she still only naps on me. I’m trying to be okay with it, to see it as a success instead of a shortcoming. Trying to soak it in because it will only be a short season and I know I’ll come to miss it. But it’s so hard to get anything done and feel any sort of productive when all I can do is sit on this couch and rot here. Then she’s awake and she can only entertain herself for 10 minutes at a time. I just can’t even fathom the hours I’ll have to myself when she doesn’t need me anymore. Will it be a relief? Or will it become something I miss?
By Grace Olson4 months ago in Confessions
The Difference Between Hatred and Holy Intolerance
There is a dangerous confusion in today’s world. People are told that loving others means accepting everything they say, everything they do, and everything they believe. But love without truth is not love. It is surrender and cowardice disguised as compassion.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast4 months ago in Confessions
