Secrets
Ripped
I pull into my driveway after working 11 hours, my hands still raw from cleaning the entire house before work, and the thought of getting out of the car and going inside has me paralyzed. The lump in my throat swells and the tears welling up in my eyes stings my already raw eyes. In between the exhaustion of a day that starts at 5 a.m. and has finally ended at 1 a.m. my "husband" managed to find the time to accidentally send me a text that clearly wasn't meant for me, after he called to tell me that he should have a 4 course meal for dinner, and not home cooked pizzas. The phone call was beyond brutal, berating and just plain hateful. Then he hung up on me. When the notification popped up, I thought it would be the usual "im sorry, work was stressful" line. You can imagine my surprise to read "wish i was kissing you, too." Normally, I would have rationalized it and felt better. Not today, though. My face burned with embarrassment and disbelief. The text made zero sense to me. We hadn't even spoken today, outside of the hateful dinner issue. In that moment, I slumped to the floor of the employee bathroom and sobbed. He must have figured out his mistake, because his ringtone chimed over my sobs. As much as I couldn't stand even the thought of his voice, I answered. Sniffling, and still reeling. "What," I said undeniably crushed. " Oh, I was trying to talk text to you and it cut off before i could say sorry." his voice nervous and filled with deceit.
By Candice4 years ago in Confessions
Have you lost her?
Most women, when going through breakups or "breaks".... they continue to hold on tight to that person that meant so much to them. They hold onto the hope that he will never stop loving her, the hope that they can eventually work it out. They try different ways to make themselves feel better, to help them forget about their pain, to free their wandering mind. They do this all while continuously putting themselves through sometimes unbearable torture. It's a very tragic cycle that we cause.
By Stephanie Green4 years ago in Confessions
Wormholing Commandos
Spacetime manipulation commandos in modern day warfare: my experience Before telling about my experiences as a wormholing commando, I'd first like to thank you for reading this. I will write about my experiences in short articles on a weekly basis providing information and answering any reasonable questions associated. Let's begin with the general structure of agencies to better understand future articles.
By Danny Young4 years ago in Confessions
The Balance of Life
Life is filled with so much mystery; You never know what will happen in the next chapters. I close my eyes, clear my mind and feel like a baby craving all the love I ever wanted from my mother. I wanted to cry so bad that I wished it could be real. I sometimes wish I could see what she could see in me. Everyday it feels like betrayal, a punch in the face because their were flaws that has not been forgiven. It is very hard to determine what emotion I am supposed to have because she is my mother. In my mom's mind, I think I am a mistake, stranger, a disguise of what exactly? But in God's eyes, I feel a purpose. A purpose to live everyday. Why do we question the unspoken? Because we are afraid, afraid to figure out what is happening in our current generation. Why am I unable to figure out who I am meant to be? All my life, preferably teenager, my mom never gave me interests that I could not connect myself to. My grandmother gave me something that I have not seen in this world in a long time, that is giving back to the community.
By Quilla Chambers4 years ago in Confessions
Fearing the unknown
It’s always hard to think about the future when you have so much on your mind. When you have so many things that weigh on you it’s hard to move past everything and focus on the future and be positive. You put on a smile and make sure everybody thinks you’re OK but really all you wanna do is cry. When you don’t know if you’ll ever heal and move on. You don’t know if you’ll be able to do the things you used to do but you’re forced to smile and show everybody that you’re just fine. “I promise I’m just fine.”
By kaitlyn Olson4 years ago in Confessions
The most tear-jerking letter I ever wrote to my husband
My love: Sweetheart, how long has it been since you've been called that? Busy work, trivial housework occupied most of our time, even if it is rest is almost watching TV sleep. Don't you think there's something missing in our lives? When's the last time we had a heart-to-heart conversation? How long has it been since a family outing? How long has it been since two people played and laughed? These days I have been thinking and searching. Five years of married life have taught us a lot, but also made us forget a lot, a lot to lose. In the past, the longing for life was submerged in the clock ticking every day, and we even regarded life as a task and emotion as a hindrance. Of course, I am not stuck in the past dead hold the dream not put, I am also very realistic, but I do not hope that today's reality is forever!
By An angel with broken wings4 years ago in Confessions
Housemate Nightmare
On that week when I moved out in very late June / early July 2021 , my mum started to see Sam’s true colours and realised not every person in her generation or older do not have their best interests at heart when it comes to me.I do not want younger generations in this book to think that people in their parents generations or older are all nice. Bridget the ex assistant of Sam was so unfiltered and said my mum thought that sam was so caring and loving for you. Bridget and I started texting over the winter and we shared each other everything. Sam sent me terrible messages over the phone on that week , whileI was finding an another place to life.
By Brandi Dexter4 years ago in Confessions
Beauty is Pain
Beauty is pain; that’s what I tell myself. When I wake up. When I go to bed, latched to my squish-mellow. The cozy one. The one that I pretend is my husband’s chest. My husband, the sweet, beautiful man that I see in my dreams. The one who doesn’t seem to exist. I can say that now, at 23 I’m still alone. I waited for him to come. I worked too hard, and then too little.
By Gina Temper4 years ago in Confessions
Housemate nightmare
Names have been changed to protect people's privacy to tell my story Sam did not answer the phone call from the NCAT and she had Zeus to answer the phone for her. Zeus was claiming that Sam was scared to answer the phone because she is being abused. She looked like an absolute idiot by not responding. The NCAT went through July to September.The final decision was made in October.
By Brandi Dexter4 years ago in Confessions
