Secrets
what i should have said
follow-up to what i'll never get to say — top story, october 2025 no. when my husband asked me if you were someone he needed to worry about, i should have just said no and left it alone. but some part of my brain reads things like these as dares. and for all my strength, i am as weak to my own witless urges as the next impulse-impaired adult. it screamed "prove it" until i did something drastic and reached out to you.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist3 months ago in Confessions
Watching the Clock
Today was the last day of this terrible weekend. My kids would (hopefully) be returned tonight. I know that it seems to concern people by my use of the word hopefully, but here is the deal: my ex and I have a custody order. It has a list of rules that we jointly agreed to follow. One of those rules is regarding parenting time and exchange times. But, another one of those rules is regarding safety needs that we agreed to follow in the best interests of our disabled son. Those safety needs are not getting followed. Why not? I don't have a good reason. I have offered to help purchase the needed items. I have offered to help find grants or other ways to pay for said items. I have asked why the safety needs that we agreed upon are not being utilized.
By The Schizophrenic Mom3 months ago in Confessions
The Disturbing Reddit Post Murder Confession
It began with a question that demanded brutal honesty: “To those who accidentally killed someone — what went wrong?” Buried beneath Reddit’s familiar layers of dark humour and detachment was a thread unlike the rest. It wasn’t there for shock value or spectacle. Instead, it asked people to return to the worst moment of their lives — to trace, in painful detail, how something irreversible could grow out of something ordinary.
By Matesanz3 months ago in Confessions
I Confess
I confess that I have spent more time pretending than living. I confess that I have smiled when I wanted to scream, nodded when I wanted to refuse, and stayed silent when my heart begged me to speak. Confession is not just about admitting guilt; it is about admitting the small betrayals we commit against ourselves every day. And I am guilty, in the quietest, most persistent way, of betraying myself.
By LUNA EDITH3 months ago in Confessions
He Left Without Goodbye — But He Took My Heart With Him
He didn’t just leave me. He vanished from my life as if he never existed. One day, he was sleeping next to me with his arm wrapped around my waist, making me feel safe and wanted. The next day, he was nothing but a memory that refused to fade away. There was no goodbye, no fight, and no explanation. He simply disappeared, taking every piece of my heart with him.
By Rosalina Jane3 months ago in Confessions
They Said Girls Don’t Do That. Turns Out We Always Have
There was a moment on my social media feed recently that felt small and huge at the same time. A woman on video leaned in and said, half joking, half reverent, “When the enemies finally become lovers and no one’s home.” There was a soft buzzing sound underneath the audio. Anyone who understood it understood it immediately. Anyone who didn’t was about to learn. The comment section exploded. Women laughing, women nodding, women confessing, women admitting, women asking, “Wait… we’re allowed to do that?” Like they needed permission. Like someone had to sign it off. Like there had ever been a rulebook handed out in the first place.
By No One’s Daughter3 months ago in Confessions
I Stole Something I Regret
I never thought I would be the kind of person who stole. Not in a big, dramatic way, like the movies show, but small—the kind of theft that whispers its way into your conscience quietly, almost unnoticed. But last year, I did. And the memory of it gnaws at me every time I remember.
By Luna Vani3 months ago in Confessions
The Time I Never Had
There are things you understand late, sometimes too late. Like the fact that I grew up long before I was old enough. Not by choice. Not to prove anything. Just because life pushed me there. In a few weeks, I will be 32. And yet, deep inside, something resists, something asks for the time I never had.
By Baptiste Monnet3 months ago in Confessions
