Secrets
My Mom's Boss
Dear Mother, First off let me say that you are by no means a bad mother. I love you and I know that you were always there for me to help me through my rough times. That is why I could never tell you this in person, and I felt the need to write this to you instead. Remember the job you had retired from. Calco Industries? Well, they always had those work parties; it never mattered what holiday it was, whether it be Christmas or a co worker's birthday, we were always invited to something that was worth celebrating at your job. Anyway, there was one particular party that was quite different from the rest, the Summer party. I had just graduated high school and I was a little depressed at the time because all of my friends had graduated and had been accepted to colleges across the country. I had not been accepted to none. My C-average didn't speak volumes to any of the college recruiters as my counselor explained, and every application that I filled out was rejected. Even worse, My boyfriend had broken up with me because he was accepted to a college and his parents convinced him to break it off with me and get him someone that was more on "his level". You knew all of this mom, and you were very encouraging. You gave me suggestions about summer school and attending the community college. I'll always love you for that. Anyway, back to the matter at hand. At this Summer Party, your old boss, Mr. Hathaway approached me at the punch bowl. We started talking and I was telling him about my situation. Why was I telling him this in the first place, I dont know. I felt vulnerable and desperately needed male attention, and Mr. Hathaway was ready and willing to provide that for me. He told me I was so pretty, gorgeous even, like I shouldn't be worried about college. He told me that I needed to get into modeling. He made me smile and laugh that day, which is what I really needed at the time. We exchanged numbers at the Summer party and everyday after that we called each other everyday. Me and Mr. Hathaway a.k.a Rick, as he insisted that I call him, were getting really close. The first time we slept together seemed like the best night of my life; I really thought that this relationship was in fact the real deal in spite of him being your boss and also being married. Rick said that he would leave his wife to start a new life with me, and we would tell you when the time is right. I was so in love with him mom. Three months had passed since we started our affair at that Summer party, but as the months went on though, I noticed changes in Rick. He texted me non stop, throughout the day and sometimes in the wee hours of the morning. If I didn't answer his text, He would show up at the house claiming to have some paperwork to go over with you, but he really was there to see me. He would demand to see me and when we did meet up, he wanted to sleep with me. If I refused, he would threaten to tell you, which I could never let happen. This has been going on for a year now, and now I am three months pregnant and Rick wants an abortion. I knew I couldn't keep this secret affair with your boss long without you knowing.
By Victoria Gray4 years ago in Confessions
A Crossdresser Story
"Its a phase" or so I always thought. It wasn't a phase, it wouldn't go away, that what I had to accept. In keeping it hidden I was only lying to myself and the relief when it was no longer a secret. Like the world was lifted from my shoulders. Becoming Sindy was the best thing I did in my life.
By Martin Townley4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions Of a Biracial
I walked down the hallway with a tense sensation that consumed me. The dark feeling of a knot in my stomach is brewing. Soon as I walked in, she spotted me. Her eyes scanned me from the top of my head to my feet. She was ready to find any sense of weakness or flaw to exploit me. Waiting to devour me, Like a lion to its prey.
By Stormy R Seal4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom,
Dear Mom, I wanted to write you because I feel that it's so much easier to express my feelings through writing than it is verbally communicating. I can see my thoughts before I have to say them out loud and edit what i'm thinking. I wanted you to know that I always knew I was gay. I knew when I was so young, when I didn't even know that gay was such a thing. I didn't know anyone who was gay, I didn't know that it was even a thing to be gay, but I knew that I thought girls were pretty, and there times I caught myself thinking about having a crush on girls.
By Shay Gross4 years ago in Confessions
WHEN LOUD IS NOT ALLOWED...
Vocal.Media.com has CHALLENGED me to CONFESS ALL MY DIRTY SECRETS... about the many mothers both well known and not in my life that have always guided... or politely tolerated... this LOUD, LITTLE GIRL who continues to meticulously WEAVE her way back and forth from "The Heights" of the South Suburban Chicagoland Region to "The Point" of the Northeastern Indiana Border...
By Unlisted&Twisted!4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mom
Dear Mom, It was back in 2006 when you wrote me a letter. I had carried that one for quite sometime with me. You have written to me often since we lived thousands miles away across the Pacific Ocean. Most of the letters were little things in life - where you went to have lunch with your best friend, what you did yesterday, or how you spent your Sunday.
By Ayumi Hino Gerads4 years ago in Confessions
That Lump was Real
About the time we were packing up boxes to move you from your home of fifty-five years to another part of the country, I felt a lump. In my breast. I told my sister about it, your older daughter, who was helping me pack all your dishes and tablecloths and mounds of linens and platters and purses and hats and oh so many books and all the things that made you, you.
By Marilyn Davenport4 years ago in Confessions
AMA I have healed.
Dear Mums, Feliz dia de las madres. You know you fucked up when u got knocked up with me. Too bad I did not come with a warning label. I can only imagine the worry and heartbreak I may have caused you. The messes I made and the headaches. Bet you were not expecting that. But We would not be living up to the typical dynamics of a mother-daughter relationship if we were not toxic to each other. Like two same-sided magnets, we became. at such a young age I was. I remember that day, but I’ll get to it later. After that day, resentment, anger, frustration, and love all at the same time is what I lived in. Just in case you would ever want to know. With all these emotions garnished with hormones, you must have lost hair. Party girl teen, what to do? I can only imagine mom. I commend you for not unaliving me. I came out of that time into adulthood in one piece. You did your job. Celebration? Little did you know your job was not done.
By aysha valenzuela4 years ago in Confessions
My Eerie Dreams That Foretold My Life Episodes
Dream 1: I was being shot up into the high sky Soothing music, soft yellow lighting, cozy interior, quiet place. Anyone could feel calm and relaxed in such an environment. I was in a facial center ready to pamper myself.
By Life Lesson4 years ago in Confessions
