Secrets
The Itch
Hey mom. I’ve had this itching feeling in the base of my spine for the last thirteen days, and it won’t go away no matter what I do. It’s distraction is worsened, when accompanied by the large pit in my stomach whose existence far exceeds my memory. It feels like my body is having a visceral reaction to my mind’s incoherent inner dialogue. I hope you don’t mind, but this is the only thing I can think of to finally rid myself of the wretched itching. Would you like to hear about it?
By Julia Llewellyn4 years ago in Confessions
The truth about Uncle Joe getting shot
Dear Mom, I know I’m not usually the letter-writing type, but there is something I need to come clean to you about. I was with Uncle Joe (yup, your little brother) the day he was shot. He told me not to tell you, because he didn’t want to get me in trouble with you. I’m telling you because he doesn’t deserve your wrath for protecting me. It was a Thursday so I decided to skip class and skate instead. I instantly recognized the exhaust of his silver primer Mustang as he rolled up next to me. We smiled at each other when he suddenly put her in neutral and pulled the parking brake.
By Abraham’s Pen4 years ago in Confessions
She Guessed
Dear Mom, There are a couple of secrets that I thought I would take to my grave. I imagined in the afterlife, Tom and I would sit and laugh about them, and, for the first time, you would hear of it. You would be able to laugh as well, but admit, you would not previously have found it funny. Tom and I would knowingly look at each other, smile, and nod in silent agreement.
By Lois Azmy4 years ago in Confessions
A regrettable promise
Dear Mom, I have a secret I have been keeping for 20 years. I have never told anyone. It has weighed me down my entire life. It has effected all my relationships, it is the reason why I can not trust anyone and, it is why I divorced my husband.
By Paige Turner 4 years ago in Confessions
One Letter
Dear Mom, Hi Mom. I hope you and your new husband are doing well in a new country and in a new city. There is something that I want to share with you. I have been hiding something with you since last two years but now I can't take it any more. Although a confession brings much relief and happiness than holding a pain and guilt in your soul.
By Deepanshi J4 years ago in Confessions
Tennessee Fire
30 March, 2021 Hey Mom, I guess it’s been a while. Things haven’t been quite the same since you left. Dad’s been drinking again and you know how he gets, especially when he’s upset. Granted, that’s not to say I haven’t dabbled in the bottle of scotch he’s been hiding in his underwear drawer. Not the best hiding spot he could come up with, but creative enough to keep it hidden from you when you were still here. It made it easy to sneak sips from it when you were still around. And it made it easy around him too, especially when he would drink enough to not remember how much he drank let alone what bottle he drank from. It reminds me of when I was still in high school.
By Gunnar Anderson4 years ago in Confessions
If You Only Knew
My Dear Mother. . . The woman who holds one name but many roles in my life. Through the years, in my overthinking and introspective ways, I have seen that these ways are not my own. They are yours, engraved into the notion of me. I observed from birth until now, someone who I believed was the most observant. Thankfully, my belief was wrong on that particular April day; your birthday.
By Pōlani Monderen 4 years ago in Confessions
