Teenage years
This Is My Heart Wrapped in a Letter
To my beautiful Mom, I didn’t give you the easiest time growing up, did I? I wish I would’ve realized and understood more, I would’ve done things so differently. But throughout the years, I have come to see things clearer now as an adult. I realize what a mother’s love is capable of, the lengths you would go to love and protect me.
By Briana Caballero 4 years ago in Confessions
Confessions to the Matriarch
To my dearly sweet, intuitive, assertive, and fervent mother, I guess now is as good of a time as any to confess what you might already know, what with all your passive aggressive comments regarding the subject. Yes, I smoke weed! Every day in fact. I smoke the green kush that buds off of the cannabis plant, who’s infamous tall green leaves are defoliated to get its fruits to become even juicier than how you remember in the olden days (the irony of marketing). I habitually smoke three blunts a day minimum on days I'm most financially comfortable, and when my funds run low I typically rip from my bong while eating edibles throughout the day to avoid losing potency. My favorite activity in a day is smoking a blunt either the minute I wake up (what we call a wake n’ bake) in the morning before yoga or just after I get home from a colossal day. I have dreams of smoking fat blunts from the porch of my own home.
By Meli Remborn4 years ago in Confessions
I Should Have Known
Momma, I have something to tell you. It wasn’t until I had children of my own did I have this realization. I resented you for a time. I felt you were never there for me, emotionally, when I needed you. Yes, you supported my triumphs, and academic accolades, but it only ever seemed shallow. An obligation, because you had too as my mother. But emotionally? I always felt alone. I felt I couldn’t come talk to you because you wouldn’t understand. I felt the pressure of being the first child and you were the second child, how would you know? The burden of being a perfect daughter to make you and dad proud. How would you know? You never told me of how you grew up. You hid that from me. With good reason though, how could I have known? You had different challenges to face growing up. Things I couldn’t relate too, so it makes sense. It bothered me then, that you didn’t braid my hair or teach me how to put on makeup or have little fashion shows with me. The small trivial things I thought a mother should do with her daughter. That’s just it though, trivial. We had other experiences together and as I said, I had children of my own and I realized. You were there for me. I was too selfish and bull headed to see it. You gave me the tools for success, you held the door open for me and I slammed it shut. I was the one emotionally neglecting you. You patiently waited for me, subtly guiding me, cheering me on in the background, quietly teaching me the ways of the world. Allowing my independence to thrive. Because as my mother, you knew me and what I needed. I was too independent and needed to be humbled. You still caught me when I fell though, and made me feel safe. How blind I was. An angsty teenager, taking all my emotions and problems out on the one person who loved me most. Which is interesting because we as humans take out our frustrations on the ones we feel most loved by, knowing you’ll never leave or hurt us. But the fact you let me be so independent was not at all neglectful. I’m strong. You made me strong, ready to tackle this crazy life. Taught me to give my kids the love and support they need without overbearing or burdening them. Letting their lights shine, instead of fanning the flame to where it is out of control or letting it burn out, you taught me how to kindle it. Allow them their independence and strengthen it. Fight the demons in the shadows for them, but let them hit speed bumps. Slowly let them fight on their own as they grow. The world will not give them such grace. As mothers, it is our role to prepare our children for the world, it can be a cruel place, but also a wonderful place. Give them the ability to see the good and the bad. I think with everything you’ve taught me, being able to see and appreciate the good without the bad overwhelming me is the best lesson yet. Allowing me to make my own decisions without being so easily influenced by others. So thank you for letting me be me, and the lessons you taught. I should have known and I’m sorry I didn’t see it before, but here you are. You were waiting for me to come to this conclusion on my own. Thank you momma, that was my confession, I love you.
By Catie Mintz4 years ago in Confessions
Cigarettes and Confessions
To my Dearest Mother: On this Day of Mothers, I am going to gift you an unusual but hopefully appreciated gift: the correction of a lie I once told to you. A confession, if you will. However, I also want to provide some backstory, so that when it comes time for all to be revealed, I may perhaps be offered a modicum of sympathy and understanding.
By Meghan Lett4 years ago in Confessions
BEAUTIFUL CONFESSIONS
Life has a way of surprising us and it is often when we least expect it. Sometimes surprises are good and other times completely annoying but regardless, we learn from them and continue living life. Secrets on the other hand, I have come to believe are like sister cousins of surprises, they do not differ much. Of course they are not completely the same. While most of us like be surprised especially in a good way, many still feel uncomfortable about having secrets because overtime, we have learned to associate them with bad. But I guess secrets can be fun too. Ashley and Nicole were best friends since first grade. They were both blondes, history buffs, painted their nails red and liked a good Taylor Swift song. They told each other everything including those crazy teenage dreams and of course even the boy stuff. To strangers, Ashley and Nicole were twins and actually they liked using that to their advantage. Many girls envied their friendship because you know, it looked picture perfect. But behind the curtains, there was a lot going on, some ugly things. One spring evening, as fate would have it, Ashley walked on her parents having a heated conversation. It was one of those discussions where you didn’t have to sit too long to know what was going on. Her parents were separating. It seemed like their marriage had reached an expiry date and nothing could save it. It was after her father moving out that Ashley got the whole picture of the situation. Her father had been cheating on her mother with his secretary. Both Martha and Ashley had been completely taken by surprise, Jack had always looked faithful. The weeks following the divorce were the hardest. Living each day was like death by a thousand paper cuts. Nicole became the shoulder Ashley needed to cry on, she had been there. Nicole had probably witnessed the worst divorce in history, that of her parents. Her mother had been using drugs secretly only to result in her being violent. It’s kind of funny because she always looked sober. When she turned psycho, Richard filed for divorce because he had had enough. She had not been willing to straighten up things at all. After their divorces, Martha and Richard each promised their children that they never remarry, that there was no point. But Ashley and Nicole did not buy what their parents were selling them. To them, Martha and Richard were scared of falling in love again for fear of being scarred. They both deserved happiness because they were good people and truth be told they looked perfect for each other. So, Ashley and Nicole decided to set up their parents so that by the next time Mother’s day comes around, they’re married. But that was easy said than done. Both parents were stubborn and not easy to convince but they had one thing in common, the gift of the gab. So what the girls did was to invite their parents to participate in the Parents Drama Club(PDC), a part of the History Club. Here, they were luckily given a play in which to feature. It was Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare. As for every play, one has to practice over and over to master their part so Martha and Richard were not exempted. With each passing day, they got aquainted with one another and sparks started flying. On the final day, they were able to give the audience a good performance because of the chemistry that had developed between them. Even after the play, they did not stop meeting. Often times they visited each other’s homes for dinner and even planned joint family vacations together. Their was obviously some romance boiling and it is all thanks to Ashley and Nicole. After months and months of seeing each other, Richard decided to pop the question. Next were wedding preparations and come Mother’s day, Richard married Martha in the presence of their families. Ash and Cole were the most excited because they were finally becoming sisters. It was during the wedding that Ashley and Nicole unveiled the big secret, that it’s them that had played match maker. Everyone at the wedding was surprised more so Richard and Martha but they could not have it any other way. And that is how they lived a happily ever after.
By Alana Zian4 years ago in Confessions
Mom, I Love You...but
Mom, I love you… May 19, 2013 I can’t handle her anymore. She has no reason to treat me the way she does. I do everything she asks of me. I agree with everything she says. I try hard in school, so she is proud of me. I try to be like her because it makes her happy… I don’t deserve all the things she says to me. I am not lazy. I’m not a bitch.
By Jordan Payeur4 years ago in Confessions
I’m pregnant, mom
Growing up, there’s nothing a child wants to do more than to make their parents proud. Duh. At some point I thought it would be me to do so. I have 3 other siblings, my brother has the kindest soul serving for our country, my sister is a real estate beauty, and my little sister is the epitome of beauty and brains. Me? The hardest thing I had to do was crush my mother’s image of me. Of who she wanted me to be. I kept hidden for 4 months that I was pregnant, still in high school, at 18 years old, with no plans, no future. She cried to me about my options but I was already attached to my baby. In one of our biggest fights, I said everything and anything but I forgot to tell you one thing. When I found out I was going to be a mother, it took me back to the days where you gave up your food for me and my siblings. When you had to sleep on the floor so we can sleep on the mattress. Or when you made the extra effort to buy us something we wanted even though the price was a little on the higher end. Being a mother means to be selfless and yes I am scared. I’m scared I won’t be a mother like you, there’s no one in this world I want to be like more than you. I know the news was hard for you, it took you a while to come around. I’m glad that you did. I wanted your support more than anything in this world because I know you can make me feel okay. Like I’m a little baby again. As I get older, as YOU get older, all I want to do is make you happy, give you everything you deserve, and pay you back for being the best mother. Talking to you about my feelings hasn’t been the easiest after the news about the baby. I hope we can continue to grow our relationship, now that we will both be mothers.
By Brianna Lopez4 years ago in Confessions
Happy Mother’s Day
Happy Mothers day, I never told you... There are many things I never told you. There are many things that you will never know. From the very moment you drew your last breath, everything that followed are things that I can only hope you have come to know as time has passed. It is odd how life works. One moment I was a sheltered child who knew very little about the world. I was a child who couldn’t even order at a restaurant by myself. The next moment I was a thirteen-year-old with the world on my shoulders and expected to carry the weight you left behind. It was that moment that changed the course of my life. The day your eyes closed was the same day mine were opened.
By Rayn 4 years ago in Confessions
Dear Mother:
Dear Mother, I am sorry I never let you in to get to know me. I know, I was a cold-hearted bitch to you and everyone else. I had a lot of anger inside and didn't know what to do with it. I held it in for so long, that I want to let you know now everything you don't know about me. I was married in an arranged marriage with Brian Hugh Warner a.k.a Marilyn Manson. He didn't know what he was signing but he said he didn't think anything bad because it was my dad and he trusted him. Before dad died he had me sign some papers at the age 10 years old and I signed them without asking questions. When dad died I started using drugs and drinking and starving myself because I thought I was fat making myself throw up, and always weighing myself. I hated that I was alone and that no one understood but my dad. Dad use to have conversations with me about all types of subjects of life and I missed that. I hate that my father was taken and I have to suffer in silence and alone. I never had that connection with you mother. I hated you at that time for making me change who I was and trying to marry me off to any old man that came with money. I don't regret leaving your house and staying with my older half-sister. My sister was like a mother to me and she prepared me for being the best wife to the man that my father married me to. At this time, I was happy because even though my husband was older and didn't how old I was at the time we had a lot in comment. It was really scary at first to think that he was just like me at the time. We texted and shared ideas and shared poems with each other or even spoke about our day. We talked for about 6 months and he stated he had fallen in love with me and I told him mom that he shouldn't of fell in love with me because I was messed up. He really loves even till this day he has loved me mother. Even though you have tried to break us up and even called the cops on him during and after concerts of his, it has not worked we have been married since I was 10 years old and we are still married now and have 5 children. Mother, I have found that forgiveness is the key to shutting the door on all my negative situations you have put me in that made me chose Marilyn Manson my husband over you. I don't regret it because he gave me freedom and he was there for me when you my mother were not. He understood me and gave me advice and he was such a gentleman with me. He has been good to me, he has never laid a hand on me, or ever yelled at me. He will always be my best friend, boyfriend, husband and angel. Nothing anybody can tell about him will never changed that fact that I know him longer then anyone else. I forgive you for all that you did to destory my marriage and my relationship to my husband Marilyn Manson. I hope you can find it in your heart to understand why I kept your grandchildren away from you because I don't want my kids to catch any negative things from you and what you believe. I hope you can change your ways so you can see your grandchildren and can except my husband the father of my kids in our family. I love you mother and Happy Mother's Day.
By Devilisa Warner4 years ago in Confessions
