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Why I Am Becoming Comfortable Telling My Guy Friends That I Love Them.
Because nothing makes me more uncomfortable. Like a lot of men, I grew up around an emotionally unavailable father. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a great guy and I love him, but he’s a product of his toxic upbringing. I’ve always had problems expressing my emotions to people, let alone my guy friends. Even expressing myself to those I’m closest with is hard.
By Joshua Reed4 years ago in Confessions
A Letter To The Owners Of The Airbnb I Accidentally Redecorated With My Blood. Runner-Up in Holiday Hijinks Challenge.
To the owners of an unnamed property in Llanberis, North Wales, the United Kingdom. I’m sorry. I truly am. I never meant to leave your beautiful cottage looking like Leatherface’s workshop. It was an accident.
By Christopher Donovan4 years ago in Confessions
Home
I've been slowly reintegrating back into reality. I landed a week ago. Stood, squinting in the California sun, puffy-eyed from 27 hours of sleepy suitcase dragging, waiting for Shane's white SUV to peel around the corner at Burbank airport. I wondered if this was the last time I'd pull something like this--stuff three bags full of clothes and books and disappear from my life for five months. With me, it's impossible to know for sure.
By Lucia Joyce4 years ago in Confessions
Taste the Rainbow 🌈
Daddy left me long before he died. I think he loved me, but life with me wasn't a cohesive fit. I think I loved him, too. He was the biggest, strongest, most handsome man I knew. When I was young, he would lift me high on his shoulders. From that vantage point, I was invincible. He'd never let any harm come my way on his watch. Maybe that's why the bad things didn't happen until he was gone.
By Syncere4 years ago in Confessions
I forgive you
I think I have finally come to terms with it I forgive you I cannot hold a grudge towards you any longer I think it hurt so bad because you were like family and maybe that's my fault... I go to the extreme when it comes to friends... they are either my best friend or we are an acquaintance. This is something that I have been working on and understanding that everyone plays a role in my life. Some are meant to stay forever and some are only meant to be with us for a short period of time. I always wonder why that is and that is so hard for me to cope with. I think stems from me not liking the bad times and holding on so tight to the good.
By for my mental health4 years ago in Confessions
Sacandaga Stew
For the five of us kids crammed into the back of the wood-paneled Suburban station wagon, the first sign that we were approaching our destination came through our eager noses, lifted to take in the redolent scent of pine. The crisp fragrance wafted over us like the richest of perfumes, filling all of our senses as we watched the tree-lined mountain road unroll past the car windows. Sure, there were pine trees in other places along our journey from Hopewell Junction, NY to the Great Sacandaga Lake, just past the small town of Northville in the Adirondack Mountains. But the pines never smelled so invigorating as they did pulling into the campground where we would spend the summer.
By Hillora Lang4 years ago in Confessions
Penny Candy Courage
“Courage is just fear plus necessity and love.” I still remember the day my father said those words to me. It was the fall of 1952, a year of firsts for many things. The microwave had just become available for people to buy. It was half the size of a refrigerator, and cost a small fortune but hey, progress right? Mr. Potato head was the new toy for kids, and the Chevrolet Corvette prototype was the new toy for grown men. Even though the Korean conflict was still ongoing, and America had just tested its first hydrogen bomb, all seemed right in the world to a nine year old boy sitting in his father’s five and dime store.
By Brian Cochran4 years ago in Confessions
Dear everyone who asks,
DEAR EVERYONE WHO ASKS, I AM STILL NOT OKAY. I am not well, thanks. I am not feeling chatty to humor you guys either. I would love to answer your question truthfully, but then I would have to worry about your feelings. I would have to make apologies that I do not really mean. And I will not be able to hide my facial expressions either. Because the truth about me always seems to hurt everyone who is not good at empathy. What even is empathy these days, huh?
By Jaded Savior Blog4 years ago in Confessions
Bright Are The Stars That Shine. Runner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge.
Dear Mom, I'd give anything to see your reaction to my crazy tale, fifty-eight years in the making. Instead, it's just me, this keyboard, and the never-ending search for a worthy turn of phrase. I'd rather be holding your hand.
By Catherine Marie4 years ago in Confessions
Mom, I Read Your Love Letters
I learned about the place I was forbidden to explore when I was in elementary school. "Don't go in there!" you shrieked, higher pitched than normal, when you turned and saw me sitting over your bottom bedside drawer, peering inside. Your static movements, and the way your body fought to hold itself back from lunging forward and grabbing me, told me I'd crossed a line I ought not to have crossed.
By Lissa Bay4 years ago in Confessions
