Family
Being a slut, simply because you want to
A b*tch will have many reasons to enter the profession. Mostly because of "circumstances", because of "poverty", because of "tradition"... But for her, she is a whore because she wants to be a whore. Just as simple as that.
By Ken Daklakabout a month ago in Confessions
First Grandmother reelection
Here we go again. And I am tired of that damn commercial. My son is popular. My son is prestigious. My son is honorable. I can't stand the TV during campaigning. They just say awful things about everyone. And the public can't believe that garbage. And I wonder who the other party is gonna pick. They all seem to be water-down. Over the years, Bernie, Cindy and I have done great things. We put the people first. We cared for seniors and veterans. We outdid our opponents. We were tough. We were strong. We were capable. But now all that doesn't matter because the press loves sensation. They love making the president look like a tyrant. Well you know me. I am not gonna take it. I am not gonna let them tear down progress. If they want a rough election then that is just what they are gonna get. So I marched right into Bernie's office. saying Son we have to talk. Bernie excused his guests and when they left said Mom you have to understand I am president remember courtesy and diplomacy. That was the first lesson you taught me. And he walked towards the windows of the Oval Office, and I said yes son but your dignity is being torn down. You are losing the American people. A sitting president has to tie and bind but in an election you are currently a sitting duck. You have to concentrate on the campaign trail. Bernie said Mom it is not more important than keeping the country together besides I would rather win dignfiied than dirty. I said Whoa politics are all about getting dirty. You can be truthful and clean but also you have to be keen and aware. If you keep slipping in the polls then you will never recover. That is all I am saying son and Mr. President. And I walked right out of the room. Cindy met me on my way to the Rose Garden she said Mother Betty what do you suggest we do? I said you got to show that the president still wants his job that he still wants to be president that he is still the only unifier. And she said how? What would you suggest we do for the campaign? I said it can be as simple as making campaign ads showing his progress, achievement and values. She said you're hired. I want you to make the campaign platform and message. I will talk to Bernie afterall we are in this together. And we hugged and I said you were always like a daughter. My son pick a winner. So that night I called old campaigners and friends. We built a community network across the country and I asked for ads ideas. We sweated and we fought many nights and days. We had many representatives of the campaign sought to the press. And after sometime we started to turn around the numbers. Bernie eventually realized that the country changed and started being excited about the campaign and sharing his achievements. And Bernie was winning especially after his town hall, where he looked like a Modern Kennedy and he spoke clear like Obama wearing a fancy suit. And Cindy started to look younger in her designer dresses and outfits. And the family picture made America fall in love with Bernie again. Then it hit just a month in, Senator Forge's allies were trying to persuade their voters to vote for the other candidate. BUt we travail eventually on election night, my son singlehandedly won and as the balloons fell both Bernie and Cindy kiss and hug me in the campaign headquarters. And Mrs. Claudy was there with her family in the front, standing and clapping and I invited her on stage with her family. We won period and history knows that.
By Matthew Primousabout a month ago in Confessions
A Friend of Hope. Content Warning.
Last week I was in my car on the way home from work when I got a call from a childhood friend. It had been a minute since the two of us last spoke so I was surprised to be getting a call from him. When I picked up the phone he gave me some devastating news, a friend of ours who we had known since the first grade passed away. What made it worse was he died by suicide. All I could think about and ask myself was how could this good kid who was always smiling and vibrant could’ve taken his own life? Of course that’s a question many of us ask ourselves when such a tragedy happens.
By Joe Pattersonabout a month ago in Confessions
the dream. Content Warning.
Introduction: Throughout the course of my life, a peculiar dream has continuously haunted my subconscious mind, weaving a tapestry of mystery and intrigue that defies conventional explanation. This dream, which first manifested when I was merely eight or nine years old, has persisted into my present existence, its enigmatic nature evolving with each recurrence. The dream unfolds within the confines of a vast, shadowy house, where I ascend a seemingly endless staircase to encounter a surreal gathering of individuals in a dimly lit room. As I navigate this dream landscape, encountering different faces and unfolding events, a sense of foreboding and inexplicable connection emerges, prompting introspection and contemplation.
By Nnorom Christabell C.about a month ago in Confessions
The Power of Confessions Unveiling the Heart's Hidden Truths
The Power of Confessions Unveiling the Heart's Hidden Truths Confessions have long been a powerful and transformative act, deeply embedded in human culture and psychology. Whether whispered in the confessional of a church, shared in the privacy of a therapist's office, or confessed to a friend over coffee, the act of confessing holds significant emotional and psychological weight. It is an act of vulnerability and courage that can lead to profound personal and relational growth. This article explores the multifaceted power of confessions and their impact on individuals and relationships.
By Hamari Duniya Pakabout a month ago in Confessions
People Hearing Without Listening
We need a story. We orient our life on the trajectory of getting from one place to another. We base our opinion on ourselves through our percieved status—both personally and socially. But life is unbearably complex. Its layers are infinite. We are bound to miss something along the way. Not only that, but our personalities and life experiences guide our interests, limiting what we spend our time with; thus limiting what we can become an expert in. For such reasons, we rely on preexisting stories - narratives, rules, guides, and dogmas that have gone before us - to save the time and energy it would take to make a fully formed decision on a path in life. The ability to capitalize on others' wisdom is what makes us human. We are not bound by trial and error of our own stupidity and success. We can save ourselves much suffering by listening to what others have found useful. But this unbearably valuable niche has its downfalls.
By Geno C. Foralabout a month ago in Confessions
My Diary: The Beginning . Content Warning.
16:36 29-05-2024 spectualar this word may not hold meaning right now but if said in sense it just cant be ignored if i am right,what gives me the right to say so it just you have heard of the freedom to speech likewise okay so cut to this nonsenses lets come to the point i am currently watching 13 reason why cause why not the sense of enjoyment is for what people do it likewise like as a know but there might be some people who just watches and do things just to drive their minds and that what we are talking about now and the first word don't even hold a meaning for now at least and let's move on with our story its was about the diver stating ourselves from what that is different for everyone but still is connect us and this connection are sometime feels very familiar just like the unannounced things for in specific people they come and go sometimes they come at the w=right time and sometimes they go at a very wrong time i don't know why but for sure they does hold meaning for the particular time atleast like this is something stupid i am doing right and i am thinking i might post it too cause Ai content for sure is not getting me the attention i want like i love writing but specifically about me the people are or the things that hold a meaning which is quite meaningful to me that is what i am or where i stand okay i am not proud or something but i guess i am just tired cause i am just a highschool student right or does it now make me sound stupid to you,,,,,,,,,,,,,,i might sound stupid but what i said holds a lot meaning i am just writing things as is it a diary page but no one writes thing like this in their diaries for sure. and i don't know where i started and where i am ending . ( just because i mentioned 13 reasons why does not mean i wanna take my life or something no ways i am just tired highschool student afterall) And that word don't have a meaning........
By Candra Gabout a month ago in Confessions
The Bridge
It was heartbreaking my son JC was diagnosed with an illness. He was a tall boy and he was good at football. He would love playing with his siblings. He was a good son but he just did not always have the right friends at time. But he did not deserve a mental illness that took a toll on the family. Everybody was worried about him especially when he had a mental illness. He was a family issue. He was a sibling issue. He was our issue. And I tried to get his father to be more in his life. Sometimes my husband would be in his life and sometimes he did not have the time. I tried to comfort him but it was not good enough. He wanted and needed his father. He looked up to his father and he wanted to become just like him. JC was a good kid and he never tried to do something wrong. He was a giant among his friends standing at 6 feet and six inches. And he was also fast and smart and talented at sports. But it happened his father said something to him and JC ranaway from home with some friends. And I remember searching all night and day, asking neighbors, and asking family and friends. I was hurt and hurt badly. And I felt that his father could have done more. I did blame his father because I felt that if he was a little bit more compassionate instead of ignoring his son then his son would have never thought to runaway. But it was no use. I begin to cry and pray. I begin to hope and have faith after talking to God. And I had to forgive his father for what he said to our son to make him runaway. And I went by our old high school and there JC was lying on the ground. So I shouted for joy and had tears of joy but JC was hurt. I called his father from off of work and told him to come and said that I called the ambulance. I told him to hurry as he was apologizing and worried. And I held my son in my arms to the best of my ability as he was a huge boy, a giant son. And I tried to tell him it was okay and that I love him. And I tried to sing a song that I sung when he was a toddler and baby. And I begin to sing to comfort him and I prayed to God to save my son. And I kissed my son on the forehead. And he finally woke up saying slowly Mom Mom Mom. I am sorry. My friends tried to take me somewhere but I did not want to go. They weren't friends with me. They were using me. They were just a group of bad friends and they wanted my money and that's when I walk away and they beat me up. And the ambulance begin to put him out on the stretcher and wrap his head. And I told them to be gentle and that's my son and I want to go with him. And his father came with the police. His father hugged me and said he would follow. I rode with my son in the ambulance and I was holding his hand as the first responder was getting his vitals. And about an hour we got to the local hospital. They found that JC was alright and that he had a few broken bones but he was mostly safe physically. And the nurse asked if he had pre-existing conditions. And I asked her what she mean? She gave examples and I said yes. I am sorry but this is so overwhelming for me and my son. I am just glad he is safe. And she said Madame his mental illness may have progressed but he can still live long and get better. And I said Can I just have a minute? I need to refresh my mind. I just need to know my son is okay. And the nurse said he is. And as soon as I left, his father came in the hospital and he was asking me questions but I told him that I was not feeling well and I had to go get ready for the day and that I will be back. And to keep watch over our son. And his father called me and he stood at the hospital for hours and hours. I would call at work to check in on him and promising JC to cook his favorite meals. And eventually his father kept coming for the family for days. The doctors kept him in the hospital because they wanted to make sure he was safe. I was worried about telling the rest of the family about his conditions because I did not want them to react. And I wanted my husband to apologize and connect with his son while I figure out about the family. Then I eventually came back to myself and came to the hospital unexpectedly and caught his father flirting with the nurse. And I don't know if she kissed him or he kissed her, and I flipped. I said Hey Mister. You think you are some hero. You think you are so great. Can't keep your eye on your son for a minute? Busy getting it on with the nurse. And he said I'm sorry I'm sorry Babe I'm sorry. And I walked the other way and found my son's room. And he was up and alert and I said Baby are you feeling better? Momma's here. I just was happy you came back and I wanted your father to watch over you but he has his mind on other things. JC said Dad did take care of me but Mom I would rather have you. And I hugged my son while he was laying in the bed. And his father came in and said we should talk. I have to talk to your mother. And I finally and eventually agreed, I told him to keep his voice down and that our son doesn't need to hear this. And his father said I watched him. I cared for him and you just left. I said you wanna argue about this. I found him. And I was not feeling well. And our son's illness may progress. Who found him? Who cried night and day over him. And you are playing with some fluesy. You are acting like some big man. And he tried to give me flowers. And I took them and said James you are gonna wish you never talk to me that way. I am divorcing you. I don't have to take that. The kids are coming with me. And I am coming after the house and you are gonna pay. And I walked in and said Son Momma have to go. And his father walked away. After my son came home and was feeling well, I kicked his father out of the house by court order, filed for a separation and testified about how I did way more than my husband. And my husband was confident then he held his head down when he lost the divorce. And I said I told you I would get everything, the family, and the marriage. But I won't take everything from you, you still are the father of our kids and I was the bridge and you kept troubling this marriage too long. And I had to take a stand. Bye James but it is not forever just now until you learned to see me for me.
By Matthew Primousabout a month ago in Confessions
The reason behind my why
Time and tide wait for no one. Life is a sprinting race of the survival of the fittest, you have to hustle your way to the top. We all have heard this haven't we, while existence is over-commodified and hyper-fixated on the materialistic drawls we achieve and external praise that is showered upon us on striding on the contingencies of the timeline that is presented to us, we often forget living with intent and gratitude for all that we have and run in the rat race of proving our worth and accomplishing what we need to, essentially not even wanting to be a part of this glorified way of living, yet doing so to be validated and accepted as someone worthy. If you have been through this or are going through this, I want to remind you that you are not alone.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a month ago in Confessions