Teenage years
A message to my sons father ex-girlfriends
Nine years ago, I dated this guy who I thought would be my forever. Looking back I was young, dumb, and in love, he was going back and forth at me and his ex-girlfriends saying how much he loves us until thinking that I won this "love triangle" battle. Now I'm 26 years of age, a single mother to his son and I finally realized I never really loved him. This is an open letter to his exes to express my sincere respect for them and apologize what happened in the past. I don't want to give out or mention their names because I want to respect their privacy. This is for them.
By Gladys W. Muturi4 years ago in Confessions
Young Love and Missed Opportunities. Top Story - October 2021.
I possess the ability to talk myself out of anything. Doesn’t matter how much I want it, my brain convinces me I shouldn’t go for it…then berates me mercilessly after the fact for not chasing whatever it was I initially wanted. And by then, the opportunity has passed. I missed out, and I’m left wondering what might have been.
By Matthew B. Johnson4 years ago in Confessions
Becoming His Perfect Girlfriend for a Day
“I think you would look even more beautiful with straight hair.” The statement was not unfamiliar. I had heard the same from friends, family, hairstylists, and random strangers throughout my life. They would look at my thick black curly hair in wonder. The first question would always be if I had treated my hair to create the curls. The next would be if I had ever tried to straighten it. I would patiently explain I liked it the way it was — curly, coily, and wild.
By Eshal Rose4 years ago in Confessions
Comic Errors
With unyielding, undying and unfounded respect for Michael Layne Turner, Master Artist (1971–2008) This is a story about meeting my first Real Life hero, Michael Turner: comic book artist and a mentor to me through my early teens. He was the age I am now when he died, 13 years ago. He would be 50 this year. That’s the same age as a friend I’m living with at the moment whose birthday is weeks away. There are no coincidences.
By Felix Cooper4 years ago in Confessions
Virginity - Intact Yes Or No?
I was reading this article by Yewande Adeleke, called The Shocking History of Virginity Testing, published on another platform. It's a brilliant article on the historical ritual of testing that a woman's virginity is still intact.The article goes on to describe the barbaric rituals that women suffered in the middle ages, and beyond, by being tested in this way.
By Colleen Millsteed 4 years ago in Confessions
the culler yeller
Walking through the familiar halls made everything seem small back then. My hand slowly grazed over the nubbly textured walls, once coated with a duller paint. It was now cleaner and thicker, as if to deny the cinderblock walls were ever there. Now they touted my alma matter’s team colors as if to attempt a neatly ingrained school spirit with a stripe, dividing the two-toned wall. The bold stripe rose upwards at the exits, seeming to cheer its students and staff to the entry path towards the gym and stadium.
By lindsay dix4 years ago in Confessions
The Laight Street Bridge
Every day I walked and I found heaven in each step. I walked for hours through the city, giddy with freedom, wearing heavy headphones and never stopping, never even feeling tired. She was gone and with her presence all the bitterness had dissipated and my wounds had healed, the same circumstances that had destroyed her had healed me, or so it seemed. I wore her perfume and some of her clothes, when the occasion supported it, most were too chic and high end for a high school Senior. I felt everything deeply, as before, but now those swells were always dreamy, ecstatic, my inner life was unfettered and unchecked. I even felt closer than ever to her. I had her tucked away and when we met it was on my terms. She could no longer ever hurt me again, there wasn’t a cruel word or a sharp hand that could reach me now. I could run wild on the inside, never having to retreat to that strange, uninhabited place in the back of my mind, and so I never felt lonely.
By Dina Friedman4 years ago in Confessions
Hole in My Heart
There is one event that has had the biggest impact on my life and forever changed it, and this event is seeing my brother battle with cancer and in the end, lose to it. I went through seeing my parents divorce at a young age, but that event pales in comparison to how this impacted my life. My brother was my best friend that can never be replaced, and his death has left a hole in my life that cannot be filled.
By Elizabeth Townsend4 years ago in Confessions
My Emotional Rollercoaster Relationship with Him
This story has nothing to do with the roller coaster ride or my experience on a roller coaster ride if that's what you are thinking. This is a story of my horrendous emotional abusive on and off relationship with my ex.
By Gladys W. Muturi4 years ago in Confessions
