Family

A few things...
Hey Mom! I never told you this before, but…well, there are a few things actually. Gosh. My hands are shaking as I type this. It shouldn't have taken me so long, I know that. I was…well I was angry. Angry at dad, the world, you - even though you didn't deserve it. That anger blinded me to a lot you did for me growing up.
By Nicholas Jansen4 years ago in Confessions
For you, Mom
Hey mom, I have a small secret I’ve kept from you. I don’t know if it will surprise you or not, but when I lived at home, do you remember how my cats would sometimes sit on the table? Zoey, Snickers, Rusty, Milly—all of them? Though Zoey and Snickers have passed on, I feel it is fair to tell you this.
By Dawn S4 years ago in Confessions
X's & O's. Top Story - May 2022.
Let it Hurt - Then Let it Go. That prophetic phrase washed over me once I turned 60 and I applied it wholly to my estranged relationship with my mother.
By Donna Wick, PhD4 years ago in Confessions
Hello, Mom
Hello, Mom Is that really how I should begin this letter, with the ever-present taste of my grief in my mouth? It's been nineteen years, nearly twenty now, since you left me and, while the pain has certainly dulled, it lingers still. Like you do, I suppose. Sometimes I imagine I can feel you around me, a whispering presence that I take some comfort in, but it's been a long time since I've tried to speak to you.
By Nita Hendrix4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom: Too Mature
Dear Mom, You once said you thought you should have held me back in school. Age-wise, I was a full year younger than my classmates - which I assume is what your concern was. It certainly couldn't have been my maturity. I was more mature than most of my classmates - more mature than I should have been at such a young age.
By Rachal Flewellen4 years ago in Confessions
Anxious Thoughts
I smile. I laugh. I say I’m okay. I work hard. I do well. My life is good. But, mom, I can’t help but feel alone at times. I can’t help but feel that nobody understands.
By Jessica Stratton4 years ago in Confessions
A Harsh Winter Night
Mother, I must tell you that most days I just wished to embrace you, to feel that I was safe within your arms even if those same arms were causing me harm.
By Yessenia Luiz4 years ago in Confessions
The Darker Side of Tupac
Dear Mama, It’s bout time that I do some confessing It’s bout time that I do some undressing Undressing of layers Nonphysical hurt be the heaviest of weight
By Mousiké4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom
Dear Mom, When you were dying in hospice and clutching my hand croaking, “Promise me! Promise me!” I lied when I sighed, “Mom, I’ve already broken up with him. Geez, calm down.”
By nanuhua4 years ago in Confessions
To you
Dear.... Mother you are the person whom I looked up to. You are the greatest's, as the person who gave birth to me and gave me life. But i write this for you to read because it is hard to write this and to tell you the thing i dearly want to confess to you.
By Raven4 years ago in Confessions
Going Pains
Going Pains Mom, you’re not perfect, and that’s fine— normal, even. But I never looked for perfect in you. You loved me and did your best to ensure mine and my siblings’ happiness to make up for a lack of a father, and because that’s just your instinctive nature. You sacrificed so much for us, and I love you more than words could say. You’re all I’ve ever known. But the more I know, the less I know you. And the more I feel there’s no other choice but to go.
By Andie Rubio4 years ago in Confessions
My Family Doesn't Want Me to Write
No wonder I'm so frustrated See that photo, the kids jumping for joy? Those aren't my actual family members, but I have more than one pic of my real grandnieces and grandnephews doing the same thing. Because they're all relentlessly healthy, functional, and high-achieving, with devoted and supportive parents. And grandparents!
By Jan M Flynn4 years ago in Confessions