Family
Aussie Afghan
July 2020 Winter school holidays saw us take a family short stay down to Bunbury (where Zubi's foster mum lives and works) for a few nights. We stayed in the Lord Forrest Hotel and ate out every moment we could. After the surgery, breakup and friendship breakdowns and other factors, we all needed a break from the city for a while. We enjoyed exploring the harbour and marina of Bunbury, Tesla Superchargers and 17 hour Kmart of Eaton, and even took a drive down to Busselton Jetty where we did the underwater aquarium at 9m deep. It was a happy moment to just be the three of us enjoying every moment without a care in the world. I was even contacted by a spell caster named Okuku that said they could help me get my love back and cure my son for a small fee.
By Perth Local Guide3 years ago in Confessions
My sister and I were dating the same guy...
Sit down and buckle up, do I have a journey for you. I have been single for majority of my adult life. This use to be something that I despised, thinking that the status of ‘single’ defined me as someone ‘unworthy’. It has only been in the last three years of my life where I realised that the ‘status of single’ is not something negative at all, nor is it a problem that needs to be rectified.
By little one3 years ago in Confessions
Addicts Hurt Themselves and Others 5
Story 22 I have never been around anyone with any sort of drug or alcohol problem. Well, up until this past year. And as I suspected what I am witnessing with my person, is not unique or unusual. I have realized that I have walked into a world of complete and utter chaos. The helI I have been through this past year is never going to end. It is only going to get worse, and deeper in depth. There is a song by Jelly Roll called save me. And it reminds me of my person on so many levels. You guys should listen to it. If you don't already know it. I have always known that I have to get away from this person, and all the posts I see here confirms that. I am going to save myself, because I can, I don't have to stay with a person that has this disease, no matter how wonderful he is to me, both drunk and sober. He is a liability, to himself and to me... And I can not watch someone I love destroy themselves.
By John Charles Harman3 years ago in Confessions
My Resort nightmare
My Resort Nightmare Hello reader and welcome to my youngest memory of when my insecurities first started.First thing I want to say is do not buy a timeshare I repeat do not buy a timeshare, please do not waste your time and money. Now let’s begin...
By Christian Sinclair 3 years ago in Confessions
A devastating accident that made me look at chocolate candy differently!
I can’t really pinpoint what triggered this vulgar incident but all I know is that it was supposed to be a joke, and boy this joke ended up making me the “butt” of the joke. I really can’t remember what day it was or what I watched on T.V. that day, but all I know is, it was the day my children gave me a nickname that has been up and stuck with me for about eight years now. I can’t really remember why I was doing the joke in the first place, it started with me pretending to be upset with my children. It was supposed to be funny; we would always play jokes on each other all the time, but I didn’t find this funny at all!
By LaShawn Durrett3 years ago in Confessions
A Day
As the title suggests in no obscure manner, I had quite a day. Unfortunately for some looking for something bright, or positive it was not what I would categorize as a good day. Between interactions I had, and the ones I really could've used today it did lead to quite the breakdown in the shower after work. However I have had some fruit and hydrated and I'm ready to share if y'all are ready for a quick vent.
By Emrys Everette 3 years ago in Confessions
My Melancholy Mother's Days
I love being a mom, but I hate Mother's Day. There are plenty of reasons for someone to dislike a holiday like this one: the loss of a mother or mother figure, having never grown up with one, being disowned by your own, and so on. My reasons are both common and complex, and it started on my first Mother's Day. It's as if the first one set the tone for every single one after that, and I've never managed to escape it.
By Dani Banani3 years ago in Confessions
The Hilton Humiliation
When I was sixteen, I wanted nothing more than to be a singer. It was my dream and something I still wish to this day. I signed myself up to audition for The Voice UK and was delighted when I was chosen to go up to London and audition. For context, there are a set of evaluations you go through before you go for the official blind auditions which are televised. They are called producer auditions and you have to prepare two songs: One acapella and One with a backing track or instrument. One has to be over 150 BPM (Beats per minute) and one below. I chose The A Team by Ed Sheeran and Pumped-Up Kids by The Foster People. I practised for weeks and was determined to do this for myself. Little did I know, it was going to be the biggest embarrassment of my life.
By Shauna Mullen3 years ago in Confessions
How does it feel to be flat chested when you're in a family of Cs and double Ds
One thing about femininity that I most looked forward to was the day that I would be blessed with breasts. I often admired the women in my family which included their womanly figures and I definitely admired the size of their breasts. I wanted breasts too and big ones at that. I walked around with my mom’s bras wrapped around me with dreams of filling them up one day. I’m sure that there are other girls who played dress up too.
By Ali SP3 years ago in Confessions
You Never Know
I recently joined this dating app called Blind Love. It’s pretty much online dating in the dark. No pictures, videos, or social media accounts allowed, only the person’s profile. Stupid right? At least that’s what I thought until all my friends ended up finding their currents boyfriends through the app. The app claims to have an algorithm that helps find individuals’ ideal matches according to their personality types and values. Every week the app gives you a new batch of matches. After you read their biographies, you can choose to swipe left (no) or right (yes) and start a conversation. The app recommends you build rapport with the other person for at least a month before you set up the First Meet. The First Meet is where you finally get to reveal what each other looks like. If you like what you see, you can choose to go on a first date with them. If you don’t, you can call it quits right there and then. So here I am, standing outside the entrance of a botanical garden waiting to meet a guy that for all I know, could look like Napoleon Dynamite. The guy’s name is Tony. We have been messaging for two months now. Out of all the guys I’ve corresponded with, Tony has made me feel most like myself. I am so nervous and I can’t seem to stop checking myself on my iPhone camera.
By Amira Nosmet3 years ago in Confessions
Complicated Grief
The most shocking part of being a birth mom is the experience of what feels like actual death occurring when you place your newborn baby with his new parents (see Choosing Pain as Love for the full account of this personal experience.) I was warned that the feeling would occur, but I didn’t entirely believe it was possible until I went through it myself. What has been consistent since then has been an unexpected and unfortunate result of how I cope: any death that holds some level of relevance to me crushes me in a new and very intense way. Compared to how I used to deal with death and the general idea of it, the experience of grieving my child while he is still alive created a new level of grief in other situations.
By Dani Banani3 years ago in Confessions