Secrets
Overload
I have recently spent two short periods away from Facebook and have been almost frightened to log back in because of what I will have to catch up on. I don’t think anyone misses me but I do keep in touch with the ones that matter on Facebook Messenger.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 years ago in Confessions
War Of Hope
The smell of Christmas is in the air and I’m getting ready for Santa! Wrap this wrap that and a smile consumes my face. Dancing angels were sure in my head. Mom says it’s bedtime for me now and I retreat towards it. From the living room through the kitchen and here I’m at the bottom of the stairwell. As the first step creeks my second foot is on the second step and that’s when I see him! Come here little girl, and with one arm he grabs me. Swoops me up like feathers in space. He proceeds to grab at me and touch me and I can’t fathom for the life of me what’s going on. I know it’s wrong though and I try to run I get a couple steps away and he rips me back down the stairs, now I’m scared. He finishes with me and for some reason I floated up to my big brothers room. I grab my blanket and I lay on the floor, I go over what just happened and I can’t help but feel like I did something wrong! All I can smell is his old spice it clogs in my nose. I didn’t remember when I first woke up I was just a little girl still with Christmas ahead of me! Then I roll over and the thought floods my memory and I’m sick to my stomach so I run to the bathroom and I throw up. What was that he said if I tell I’m gonna get in to trouble. I weigh this over in my little mind and take the first step. Creek down one I go quickly looking around to make sure I avoid the monster from the night before. I make it to the bottom step and as I turn into the kitchen “Steve!” I run to him and this feels like safety. He grabs me up and puts me on his lap so I begin to tell him the events from the night before also telling him that I didn’t want him to tell my mom cause I would get my but spanked. He set me straight on that part of it but still my innocence would forever be lost to that night on the stairs. He changed my life and set me down a path that I may have done differently had I the chance and opportunity! That night echoes still to this day. It haunts me so much so that I had became a drug addict and been to prison not once but twice. I’m happy to say that I’m in recovery from souless fellows, also drugs don’t put me to sleep no more! God put me where I needed to be and I got the classes I needed to start the journey of healing. Thank you to Steve Conrad who listened with great concern. He was laid to rest not to long after that he was ran over by a car one winters night. But he started my life back in the forward motion. I have him to thank for giving me the courage to speak up!
By Sirena Sparks4 years ago in Confessions
A Bitter Bit
I woke up at sleet. A slender fine skin colleen besides me, Lucy. “Oh!! you are stark naked” she bubbled in a lisp speech before taking a glimpse at herself. “Hey!! Where did sleep?” She inquired in a panicky tone. I couldn’t even spot a B from the Bull’s foot. Had it been a bitter bit, or a lusty night treat?
By Fred Musoke4 years ago in Confessions
The Promised Letter
Elizabeth, I promised you my story, and I want you to know that I wrote it only for your eyes. You shared with me something tremendously personal, and I am most thankful. I admire people willing to share stories of their most precious moments, and I'm honored to be the one with whom you shared yours.
By D.P. Martin4 years ago in Confessions
we are not easy to read.
Just one story? It’s more like my whole life’s story, so settle in. You could describe me as a wildflower. I think that’s what I’ll call myself - Wildflower. I don’t know how to be anything but myself, although I did try for a short period of time. A few years ago, I dove head first into a barren tank only to shatter every unique fabric of my brain into the concrete. Cold, solid concrete and it’s unforgiving too but not nearly as cold and cruel as I had been to myself.
By River X4 years ago in Confessions
PUZZLED BY WORDS
Kailey and I was a perfect match. She was 18 years old, 5 foot 4 inches and weigh 105 pounds. I was 19 weigh, 135 pounds and was 5 foot 9 inches. every time I looked in her eyes it was like a surprise. Seeing happiness or despise. Trying to decipher the love between the lies.
By Jessie Altman4 years ago in Confessions
Journey to my True Self Worth...
October 20, 2016 We all don't get there. That's why there's pain and grief. I just felt first rage, then realization. After 15 years he expects me to relent and say he's right? YES HE'S RIGHT! I should Not have worn his jacket to smoke a cigarette. (knowing, but not caring at that point)!! I do the laundry the majority of the time! He's an amazing man because he puts up with alot of my health problems. Let me remind you that I would not have these health problems if my husband wasn't a selfish asshole who thinks the world should bend to his wants, and his wants are the most important thing to him and should be to whoever is in his life.
By Rachel Isom4 years ago in Confessions
Humans Are Created Not Born
Sometimes you gotta be "fake to be real". A fact very few people know about me is that in 2012, at the age of 25, I gifted myself a rhinoplasty—and I felt more myself having contributed to the design of my face than anything else I've done before or since. My personal philosophy is that you only get one body, and if something about it doesn't feel like it represents who you are, and you have the ability to change it, you owe it to yourself to follow your own path and let haters be damned. And yes, kind readers, there were haters. Because despite the fact it was my body, I had a lot of shade thrown my way for doing what I wanted to do with it and a lot of criticism for being "inauthentic".
By Call Me Les4 years ago in Confessions
