Secrets
Dear Mum
Dear Mum, I have a confession; you know that hole by my bedroom, the one I told you I put my hand through when I tripped? It was believable because of how weak leaky gutters had made some of the walls. It was only half true. I didn’t trip. I was angry, so angry that I punched through the wall. I can't recall what made me so angry, but I saw red for a moment. Boom! There was a hole in the wall, and I needed to develop a story to cover it. I remember no one was home, no witnesses, so there was only my word. And I’m sorry to admit my word was a lie. I had never been your angry child. I would like to say this was the first time my frustration took a physical turn, but it wasn’t.
By S.N. Evans4 years ago in Confessions
Changing Heroes
Mom. A secret is something not known or seen, or something that isn't meant to be known or seen by others. It is something that is hidden from someone else, on purpose, for malicious purposes or protection. Malicious like the few times land was promised to Dad, but then sold to another without his knowledge. Protection like when you didn't tell your friend her swimsuit was see through in hopes to spare her feelings when you were young. I think that my secret isn't malicious but not fully for protection. My secret is because of embarrassment and understanding as I am now a mother like you.
By Jessica Stratton4 years ago in Confessions
A Letter To My Mom That Will Never Get To Send Out In This Lifetime
Dear Mom, How're you in the place called Heaven there? It has been ten months now since you're gone. Leaving us here on earth and have joined dad that has been waiting for you for the past 15 years in heaven.
By Life Lesson4 years ago in Confessions
Mother's Day Submission
“Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but…” You’ve been my mommy for 30 years now. You have watched me go through so much and you’ve always been one phone call away, no matter how far away I may be. I’ve depended on you many times with all my thoughts and wishes, all my fears and heartache. Yet there is one thing that I have never told you.
By A. Marler4 years ago in Confessions
My Dreams
I always dreamed to travel to Paris,France every since I was a Little girl to even get married there and go on my honeymoon there. But for me dreams don't ever come true. I'm almost 40 and raising 7 children and my Income isn't too up to part either. I always end up believing and something always ruins it to the core but then I find myself believing until it's a cycle of disappointment and regret for feeling and thinking that it'll happen but I still feel hope of going one day. Paris,France what a place to visit... I would watch people on social media having photos and videos of they trip to my dream and on You Tube I always find tears in my eyes and don't realize it until the middle of the video that i'm crying. I honestly Envy those who lived out my dream going to Paris and getting married there and etc. I hate that I have Anxiety and fear... Meaning I am afraid of planes because i'm terrified of heights and i've seen too many news reporting and movies about plane crashes and deaths from them and just can't then if not that the Pandemic of the rules you have to follow in order to go over seas and I don't wanna deal with that and the fact that I don't have a Passport and that I don't wanna be alone. I would want my family to come with but she's sickly and so is my only daughter and well my other children are just well not the type to travel (I have 7 children btw...).
By Julia4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom
Dear Mom, Over the years I struggled to say those three words to you. Our family is not like any other, I know that. We don't hug, we don't tell each other how we feel and if we fight we forget it ever happens. And when dad passed, my only regret was that I didn't say those three words to him when my gut was telling me to do so. Not only do I blame myself but I blame you. You never showed me how to be affectionate, how to love, or even how to say it. I learned the hard way when I fell in love for the first time at fourteen years old. I poured my heart and soul trying to get him to love me back, but I realized now that there was one thing I never did. I never told him I loved him and even now I can't tell him I love him. All I needed to say was I love you. How hard is it to say? I ask you because you make it seem like it is a hard thing to say to people you love. Do you even love me? Do you love my brothers and sisters? Did you even love our dad? You moved on fairly quickly after her passed so it makes me wonder if your love was ever true. As a kid you never wanted to hear anything I had to say. Well, what if I wanted to tell you that I love you or I wanted a hug? You pushed me away and sent me to my room, now you wonder why I find love in all the wrong places. You wonder what happened to sweet and happy six year old you once had. What happened? You pushed me away and critized every thing I admired and wanted to do. You pushed until I became everything you told me to be. Quiet, alone, and stuck in a small room crying myself to sleep. And now as an adult, I'm still quiet, I'm stuck in a small apartment, but not alone. I'm a mother now and you hate the fact that I am showing my child love, compassion, and free to express his emotions. I tell him I love him more than you ever told me. I tell him every night, every morning, and even out of the blue and he does the same. I don't push him away and here he is; loud, socializing, not stuck in a room. Sometimes he is quiet, but never alone in that quietness. I'm right there by his side and telling him how proud I am of him. He's only 10 and has an imagination like I did. His dreams matter to me, when mine didn't matter to you. It took you 22 years to tell me to follow my dreams, it took you that many years to tell me that you were proud of me. You are only proud because of my only accomplishment, my child. Although I have my brothers,sisters, aunts, uncles, grandparents, my son, and even dad tell me they love me; I never heard them from the two people I loved who pushed me away. My best friend Ryan, who I fell in love with and my mother. I moved on from Ryan and I am now with a man who loves me completely even with my traits that you think of as my flaws. I only want to hear those three words from you because in the end, I love you. And that is the one confession you never knew about me.
By Rae Rachal4 years ago in Confessions
The Unknown Mystery
Dear Mom, Do you remember that time you told me your car had been scratched up? You said it was a “hit and run”. You were right but I’m the one that hit and ran. Before I continue, if it makes you feel any better, I promise I didn’t keep you alone in the dark, I left everyone there, I think even myself for a little while.
By Madison Baigent4 years ago in Confessions
Dearest Mother
Dearest Mother, I hope this letter reaches you before its too late. Before you make a final decision that will alter our lives forever. I sit here with my laptop open and struggle to find the best words to use when I tell you this. I worry that maybe your view of me will change drastically when I admit this. Well, here goes nothing. Id like you to think back to that fateful night just 5 years ago, the one that changed our lives and ruined what little relationship we had left. That night when everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong. It was late summer and you were relaxing in the conservatory, you'd had a long day at work and just wanted five minutes of peace before you had to deal with the prospect of tomorrow. You had a cool glass of lemonade in one hand and a book in the other. I cant even remember what book you were reading, it was a romance novel wasn't it? You loved to read those, you loved to see happy relationships play out on the pages before you since the disaster that was your marriage to dad. I don't blame you, I've picked up that old habit now as well. Anyway, back to what I was saying. I think it was just past 7pm when I came running into the house screaming for help. You dropped the glass and book in unison as you heard my scream and came running to see what was wrong. I remember that look in your eyes when you saw all that blood. I remember you asking if I was hurt. I remember the panic in your voice when you asked me whose it was if its not my blood. I remember your steps faltering as I told you it wasn't important and that I just needed help. You reached for the landline to call for help and I stopped you. Do you remember what I said to you? I begged you not to call the police, I pleaded with you as they wouldn't understand. You grabbed me a wash cloth and lead me to the downstairs bathroom as I explained to you what had happened. I told you id stumbled across a body in the woods behind our house. I told you how mangled and unrecognisable the body was. Id been playing in the woods with a couple of my friends, just climbing trees and choosing one that we could make a treehouse in. You'd bought us some wood to start off with and tonight we'd finally got the foundations in place. Once I was cleaner you asked me to elaborate. I told you what I had seen, there was a man in those woods that night. He didn't look human. He had grabbed one of the teens we had been playing with. I hadn't even asked the boy his name before he was taken from us. All I did know was he had moved into one of the empty houses on the next street and my friend had invited him out with us, he was 15 the same as us and he seemed to be very helpful with the treehouse.
By CosmicAngel4 years ago in Confessions
I'd Like to Share
Dear Mum, We haven't always had the best relationship. It's turbulent, the tides moving with your moods. I suppose, because of that, I have never really felt safe telling you any of my secrets, despite you begging that I share things with you; I'll never know whether you will react like my image of a mother would, or whether I'll be faced with a sudden gush of fury and vitriol.
By Luna Ali4 years ago in Confessions
