Humanity
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 Adora Hooper8 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 EDITH8 months ago in Confessions
The world is short-staffed
Depending on where you live, it might be hard for you to tell but the world is short-staffed. You may be in a buzzing city, crowded all the time so it would be difficult for you to believe this but overall, the world is short staffed and it doesn’t matter what industry you are talking about. In this article, I am going to cover the hardest hit industries, but before that, let’s try to understand the “why” first.
By real Jema8 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. That morning, I woke up expecting his usual good morning message, the one that always made me smile before I even opened my eyes. Instead, only one unread text awaited me. It said, “Don’t look for me. It’s better this way.” That was all. No reason, no apology, and no chance for me to reply. When I tried to call him, it went straight to voicemail. When I went to his apartment, his name was gone from the door. It was as if he had erased himself from my life overnight. But I knew he had been real. His hoodie still hung in my closet. His toothbrush still sat in my bathroom. His laughter still echoed in my mind. And his fingerprints still marked my heart. I had loved him for two years. Two years of late-night conversations, whispered promises, and stolen kisses in the dark. Two years of believing what we had was real. He knew everything about me—my fears, my past, my dreams—and I thought I knew him too. I believed the way he looked at me meant something. I believed the way he held me meant something. I was wrong. There were signs I chose to ignore. He never talked about his past. Whenever I asked him, he would smile and say that some things were better forgotten. I thought it was mysterious and romantic. I didn’t realize it was a warning. Three weeks after he disappeared, I saw him again. I was walking through the city when I noticed him standing across the street. For a moment, I thought my heart was playing a cruel trick on me. But it was him. The same face, the same smile, the same eyes I had fallen in love with. He was holding another woman’s hand. She was laughing, and there was a ring on her finger. I froze as I watched them together. Then I heard her say, “I’m so glad we’re finally married.” The word married hit me like a knife to the chest. I couldn’t breathe. In that moment, everything became painfully clear. He hadn’t left me because he stopped loving me. He had left because he already belonged to someone else. I wasn’t his girlfriend. I was his secret. I was the girl he turned to when he wanted to feel alive, while his real life waited elsewhere. He never said goodbye to me because you don’t say goodbye to something that was never meant to exist. The betrayal destroyed me in a way I never expected. It wasn’t just heartbreak. It was the realization that everything I believed was a lie. I questioned every memory, every word, and every moment we had shared. I wondered how someone could look at you with so much love and still be lying. One day, he messaged me again. He wrote, “I miss you.” I stared at those words for a long time, feeling nothing but exhaustion. The girl who loved him had died the day he disappeared. The woman who survived had learned a painful but powerful truth: she would never chase someone who chose to be a ghost.
By Rosalina Jane8 months ago in Confessions
