Bad habits
Survived a Life That Tried to Break Me. Content Warning.
Content Warning: This story discusses forced marriage, abuse, and psychological trauma. I want to confess so that I can finally find peace. I feel invisible. This feeling has haunted me since childhood. I have always felt like nothing, even though I grew up in a conservative family where they believed they were teaching me values and principles. In reality, being a girl meant oppression and control. What they called “discipline” was slowly destroying me from the inside. This was the worst feeling I have ever experienced. I wanted to escape my mother’s cruel hell by any means necessary. Yes, she was cruel and heartless. Her cruelty came from her fear of my father, but I understood this far too late. I never understood why she was so afraid or so excessively strict. I suffered in silence, blaming her because I never felt her affection. The worst thing she did was marrying me off at a very young age. It was an injustice, an injustice to a teenage girl who knew nothing about marriage. I couldn’t refuse. I couldn’t even speak. My mother slapped me and threatened me until I accepted without saying a word. Yes, I married a man much older than me , a man the same age as my father. I could never love him. I could never be his wife. I was innocent, naïve, and unprepared, and he mocked me and treated me cruelly. I hate him deeply.
By Midnight Linesabout a month ago in Confessions
The Man She Called Casper
It took her longer than she wanted to admit to see it, even after he came back again. He had always been in control of the relationship--not loudly, not cruelly, but quietly. Through timing. Through silence. Through deciding when he was present and when he disappeared.
By K.D Leeabout a month ago in Confessions
I Spent 30 Days Saying "No" to My Kids, and I Nearly Lost My Seat at the Table
I’ve always been the "Logistics Dad." I’m the guy who makes sure the 529 plans are funded, the tire pressure is perfect, and the backyard fence is stained before the rot sets in. In my head, my "Yes" was the roof over their heads and the food in the fridge. That was the contract. I work, I provide, I protect.
By Wisewordsabout a month ago in Confessions
I Didn’t Realize I Was Ruining My Own Life Until It Was Almost Too Late
For a long time, I believed nothing was wrong with my life. I wasn’t struggling badly, but I wasn’t truly happy either. I told myself that this was normal. That everyone feels lost sometimes. That things would eventually fall into place if I just waited long enough.
By Tazamain khan about a month ago in Confessions
I'm 47 and My Sleep is a Threat To Society . Content Warning.
I’m 47 Years Old and Sleep Is a Threat to Society Let me be very clear about something. I do not sleep. Not because I don’t want to. Not because I’m trying to be productive. But because my brain refuses to shut the fuck down.
By Dakota Denise 2 months ago in Confessions
