Family

Wanted: Dead and Alive
The two little J sisters walked hand-in-hand into our backyard on a bright sunny summer morning. They were maybe six and four years old, pretty little girls with long blond hair and wide blue eyes in matching floral sundresses. They lived around the corner and across the street. I was surprised to see them. Earlier that morning, we’d heard the news and the neighbors were still rattled. In the middle of the night, Mrs. J woke to the sound of her husband hiccuping. She didn’t think much of it. She tried to wake him. But he just kept hiccuping. She shook him. His hiccups grew louder but he was otherwise unresponsive. Frightened, she phoned her brother-in-law, who lived a few blocks away, for help. He arrived minutes later and called an ambulance. By then the whole family was awake and crying. It was too late.
By Vivian R McInerny4 years ago in Confessions
My Life lead me
In life everyone goes through challenges, and some become their defining moment, but how can just one be the one? What is it that has happen to make it your defining moment? Some people have moments that make them numb, distant and through that pain and struggle they come out on top, for me it was something like that. March 18th, 2018 became the defining moment in my life, it’s the day I decided I was going to be put first in my life.
By Allison4 years ago in Confessions
To my stepdaughter, Aubrey
There’s one thing I’ve always wanted, but was never able to have, and thats kids of my own. For years, and even still to this day, I had 2 boys who I called my own, but never had a daughter until I met your mom. How would this work? How will it play out? Those 2 questions got answered in pretty dramatic fashion. One thing I want you to always know is that I wasn’t perfect and I made a lot of mistakes with you, but I tried my best, always. I thought I was doing what was right for you because I just didn’t understand everything at the time that I thought I did. There were times that were amazing. For the first time, I actually felt like I had my own daughter for once. That’s what this apology is for. It’s because I know that even though I tried to do what was best for you, I fucked up a lot.
By Sadomasochistic_Daddy4 years ago in Confessions
Single Parent of Teens
Edit below the ~~~~~~ Let's face it: life is just strange right now. I mean, it has been - for everyone - for about a year. It's been weird longer for us because of the death of my second husband in 2016 (I'm divorced from my first), but that's a whole different story. Suffice it to say that I'm a single parent, in a rural/suburban (exurban?) pocket of lower income in a high-income school district. I work for the school district in question, which - were it not The Year(s) That Shall Not be Named - would still be pretty awesome. But I'm low on the seniority list as I've only worked there for a couple of years before... all this.
By Jenn Kirkland4 years ago in Confessions
Responding to the "Worries" People Had When They Found Out I Don't Celebrate Christmas
Growing up, I've heard every form of shock from my classmates when they found out I wouldn't take part in the school Christmas party, or pretty much any other holiday for that matter.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Confessions
Taking Away a Kid’s Freedom
Parentification is a term that has gained more and more traction over the years, but what is it? According to The Awareness Centre, it is a lack of boundaries within families, where the children take on responsibilities that are usually reserved for adults. This definition was first referred to in 1973 by Boszormenyi-Nagy & Spark, so it’s not even a new term all along!
By Sharing Randomly4 years ago in Confessions
Still Here
I’m lying six feet under, my body rotting around me, caged by the earth and coffin, but soon I’ll be free. I can move my fingers and toes a little bit, the very atoms in the air passing through me. I couldn’t do that yesterday in the cold freezer at the morgue.
By Paige Castor 4 years ago in Confessions
Can we change the mould we are given?
Prologue: Growing up I remember slamming doors, screaming and emphasizing CONSTANTLY on how I did not want to grow up to be like my mother. I know what you are thinking ' Huh ironic that we all do'. The fire inside me and will to be nothing like my mother kept my confidence on what I believed (at the time) to be certain.
By Georgia Michaelidou4 years ago in Confessions
My Mother Has Taught Me To Live In Fear, But I Am Not Scared Anymore. Top Story - December 2021.
My mother has taught me many things. One of them was to live in fear. For years agoraphobia has lingered somewhere in the background of my life, trying to keep me down as part of my general anxiety disorder. The cause of agoraphobia remains unclear but it is believed that a major role plays in environmental factors.
By Oberon Von Phillipsdorf4 years ago in Confessions
Watching Seinfeld for the first time . Top Story - December 2021.
Sometimes, more often than not, living in this hectic, Pandemic driven world, where everyone is coming and going without interacting—where the fear and the pain and sadness is pervading every aspect of society, I just need a break.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Confessions
Westside School
During the spring of 2008, I got acquainted with the oldest son of the mother of my future daughters. This young man's name is Haryu Wooten. I met his mother at a poetry set on the Westside of Chicago. Me & Haryu’s mother soon started living together and she became pregnant with my first child. This would be her third. Haryu’s little brother was only 1 year old and was so full of joy & wonder when we met. Haryu on the other hand showed extreme focus & comprehension for a 2-year-old! The day I first met the pair of young lads, they were with their father & their mother introduced us all. The youngest boy crawled to me, hugged my leg, & smiled. While Haryu sat, arms folded looking visually upset. It was like he knew the whole situation and did not like it! Which intrigued me in a way I never had before. I love science fiction, chess, football, & other matters of strategy. Yet at 23 years of age, I still did not know I was a teacher. I thought I was solely an artist. Boy, was I wrong!
By Richard Lee Scruggs III4 years ago in Confessions
Chronicles of a Poly-amorous Lesbian
It's always one thing to know something in your mind...without a confirmation from an outside source. It's easier...it's easier because in those moments when those thoughts plague you...even though you know it to be true...you can placate yourself...tell yourself that you're just imaging things...overthinking things...that everything is really fine.
By Catherine MacKenzie4 years ago in Confessions