Dating
That Time I Cheated
This has been more than twenty years in the making. I cheated, it was once, but it was big. My boyfriend and I had been dating off and on for years. He asked me to marry him when I was seventeen. I said no. As you can imagine we broke up after that.
By J.B. Miller5 years ago in Confessions
My Sister, My Frenemy
We were told as little girls, our relationships with our sisters determine how we will interact with female friendships when we get older. If there is mistrust and jealousy with young girls, there will be mistrust and jealousy with women. I never used to believe that until my Lil sister started having an affair with my male friend behind my back. Do not get me wrong, this is not about him, per se. Men come and go; my sister is forever. He is nothing special and certainly not worth fighting over. It is about the trust I had for my sister. I never in a million years thought she would be the one to betray me. I never thought she would be the one to hurt me.
By Karen Thomas5 years ago in Confessions
Zig Zag #4
I firmly believe everyone has a story. As we pass through life, we get to be a witness of others' stories just as much as we get to be a part of them. With a person’s story, there are many acts and scenes that move things along. When a person decides to share any of these parts, the receiver of the share is getting just a glimpse into someone's life. A fraction of the whole. But that fraction is a gift. Especially when the story holds a secret.
By Kathleen Majorsky5 years ago in Confessions
Healing After Loving and Leaving an Alcoholic: Resentful, Ruthful, and Raw.
It's s a popular exercise in therapy that when we feel sad or angry at another person, writing a letter you'll never send can be helpful. So I suppose this is my version. I'm going to write it as a story to convince myself that the pain is behind me - but it isn't. It happened today, and I am raw, resentful, and Someday this won't be my life—just a story.
By Diana Herrera5 years ago in Confessions
I miss him.
I missed him today. He was in my dreams and again it was kind of nostalgic just cause I was so comfortable with him. I'm tempted to check the tarot cards to see how he has been feeling about me too- because we haven't communicated to each other in a week. Feels like much longer because when we did communicate it was merely a snapchat or two.
By Chantel5 years ago in Confessions
When Things Fall Apart: Breakdowns Can Create Breakthroughs
"I'm sorry," said the email, "but our phone call left me uncomfortable, and we decided to work with someone else." I felt like I was being punched in the gut. Even though I saw it coming. Even though I had brought it to myself.
By Arya Sharma5 years ago in Confessions
The Lost Love that Saved my Life
In my adolescence, I got crushes on people that I had only seen and interacted with a few times, but none of that prepared me for what I was about to experience. I met this guy who went to school with me through a similar extracurricular activity. He was a couple grades below me and typically I didn’t go for guys younger than me, so I didn’t pay him much attention. He knew my best friend really well, so as time went on I got more familiar with him.
By Penelope Williams5 years ago in Confessions
Was I Dating a Narcissist?
A year ago, i was crying in my bed one day,it had been many days since i was crying at night, the reason was i haven't talked to my boyfriend since one week. We had a fight and we both kind of broke up, but i was missing him very badly. I was stopping myself from contacting him and thought it was not my fault and i should wait for few more days. A week passed like this and i didn't received a call or message from him. But i couldn't resist myself and called him up.
By Being she Blogs5 years ago in Confessions
I didn't Know This Wasn't My Diary P.S. Trauma
I've decided because I'm camera shy with performance anxiety that Youtube is NOT for me, but I do have a story time. I was in college when I first met Damien. My roommate encourage me to try dating sites after a really bad breakup, so I picked my poison; TINDER. I had a spree, the first guy I invited was a senior football player who had a gross kiss and when I told him that I was a freshman he said "Welcome to WIU" and gave me another wet sloppy kiss. I was not very happy when I escorted him out of my dorm room.
By Dominique Brewer5 years ago in Confessions
You don't find Love, it finds you! And then?
That fateful morning, we were on the phone. And while she was relentlessly gasping for every atom of oxygen, she wished she had my hands to hold on to, all I could do was sob at my helplessness only to hear about her demise a few minutes later. 'Our story', lasted for all but twenty days, and then, she stopped breathing. God, I miss her mesmerizing and cheerful voice and the radiant smile on her pale cheeks. I wish I could feel her and kiss her. But Alas! Fate didn't want it. Perhaps it wanted her more than I did...
By Syed Anees5 years ago in Confessions
