Secrets
Intention of Completion
Hey Mum, I've never told you this before, but there's a part of me that believes I was born to make things right with you. Like maybe a little piece of your birth mother's soul broke off when she took her last monoxide filled gasp. Trapped itself in the ether that connects us and waited until I was born to implant its apologetic intention within my being.
By Zoe Vega4 years ago in Confessions
I Was Not A Virgin
Getting a hymenectomy at twelve years old created an open door policy between us when it came to questions about my body, relationships, and intimacy. If I hadn’t been on the swim team, who knows how long it would have taken me to realize that the tampons weren’t working out so well and that I had a medical condition that would eventually require surgery to “pop my cherry”? There was really no coming back for us after the horrific pelvic exam while I was in middle school. They tried to make you leave the room so I could have privacy, but I was terrified of the doctor and her fingers and I begged you to stay. After that, I knew I could talk to you about anything.
By Annie North4 years ago in Confessions
The Itch
Hey mom. I’ve had this itching feeling in the base of my spine for the last thirteen days, and it won’t go away no matter what I do. It’s distraction is worsened, when accompanied by the large pit in my stomach whose existence far exceeds my memory. It feels like my body is having a visceral reaction to my mind’s incoherent inner dialogue. I hope you don’t mind, but this is the only thing I can think of to finally rid myself of the wretched itching. Would you like to hear about it?
By Julia Llewellyn4 years ago in Confessions
The truth about Uncle Joe getting shot
Dear Mom, I know I’m not usually the letter-writing type, but there is something I need to come clean to you about. I was with Uncle Joe (yup, your little brother) the day he was shot. He told me not to tell you, because he didn’t want to get me in trouble with you. I’m telling you because he doesn’t deserve your wrath for protecting me. It was a Thursday so I decided to skip class and skate instead. I instantly recognized the exhaust of his silver primer Mustang as he rolled up next to me. We smiled at each other when he suddenly put her in neutral and pulled the parking brake.
By Abraham’s Pen4 years ago in Confessions
She Guessed
Dear Mom, There are a couple of secrets that I thought I would take to my grave. I imagined in the afterlife, Tom and I would sit and laugh about them, and, for the first time, you would hear of it. You would be able to laugh as well, but admit, you would not previously have found it funny. Tom and I would knowingly look at each other, smile, and nod in silent agreement.
By Lois Azmy4 years ago in Confessions
A regrettable promise
Dear Mom, I have a secret I have been keeping for 20 years. I have never told anyone. It has weighed me down my entire life. It has effected all my relationships, it is the reason why I can not trust anyone and, it is why I divorced my husband.
By Paige Turner 4 years ago in Confessions
One Letter
Dear Mom, Hi Mom. I hope you and your new husband are doing well in a new country and in a new city. There is something that I want to share with you. I have been hiding something with you since last two years but now I can't take it any more. Although a confession brings much relief and happiness than holding a pain and guilt in your soul.
By Deepanshi J4 years ago in Confessions
