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Weird Things I Believed as a Kid
So, we all believe strange things we’re told as a kid. Sometimes, we have a different understanding of what things mean, or we believe in silly fables, myths, and tales. Some of these things you might think “hey, I thought that too!” But for the most part, I’d be surprised if you did. So here are a few of the strange things I believed when I was a kid. After you read them, I’m sure you’re going to think: jeez, what a strange kid!
By Lindsay Dewolfe5 years ago in Confessions
The Long Con
Regrets are for those who haven’t tried the wealth of opportunities we have extended to ourselves daily and these can lead to embarrassing moments, but a flushed and blushing face is always worth taking a chance. I was twenty five when I had my first baby, actually my wife at the time had her, but I did my part. I’d never been around babies, I was the first in my family to have one, so I’d be doing a lot of firsts, but I have to say changing a diaper scared the shit out of me.
By Gregory Dolan Dies5 years ago in Confessions
How I 'Asked For It' In School
I was a victim of bullying in school. It has had its life-long effects. Part of my anger and depression I've experienced in life stemmed from the frustration of not knowing what I did to deserve such treatment. I just wanted to be left alone. I tried to be a nice person and couldn't understand why people took such an automatic disliking to me. I'm in my forties now, and I am just now beginning to see things from my schoolmates' points of view. Maybe, just maybe, I was a little too much for most teenagers and the only way they knew how to respond was to laugh and pick on me. Now, I'm not excusing bullies or anything. I still don't think I deserved to be treated the way I was. I'm just saying that I now recognize some of my behaviors as peculiar and could understand other students being taken aback by them
By Heather Cumbo5 years ago in Confessions
Addictions
Marie and Becky walked into the crowded meeting while chatting and sat down at their usual place. It was a very large meeting and often had a hundred people attend. After sitting Marie looked at the table at the end of the hall and saw cake. They only had cake at meetings when someone was celebrating their anniversary. And this meeting had the best cake. After she sat her pocketbook and water bottle down, she went over to the table and got a piece and then sat back down. She ate it in less than two minutes.
By Jennifer Marie Libertini5 years ago in Confessions
Merlot and Lies
I moved to Washington D.C. six months ago. I always dreamed of being a 5’9 “IT” girl living in a bustling metropolis; skulking around in fabulous clothes; dating gorgeous men; and sharing stories you only tell close friends who help bury a dead bodies (you know what I mean).
By Michele Smalls5 years ago in Confessions
I went from a MILLION DOLLAR home to the streets of Las Vegas
So I will be blunt...It all started because I had an affair. I had been married for 20 years and although I had everything I needed and a lot of my wants, I was unhappy with marriage. Looking back on it now I wish I would have done things totally different. I know "everything happens for a reason" and I am a true believer of that but if I knew what I was in for over the next 10 years, my actions would have been totally different!
By Paytra Murray 5 years ago in Confessions
The Cycle Of Inevitability
As I am coming up on the age of 21, I have been reflecting on my bad habits and trying to understand where they came from. Although I have been working on them since I turned 18, I find it hard to shake them off completely. I’ll be going through the experiences I had with my parents and analysing where my bad habits formed and what could have been done to prevent them.
By YesItsMocha5 years ago in Confessions
Coming Home Early
George stopped and stared at his front door, taking in all the details. The purple paint that his wife had insisted upon was beginning to show signs of wear. The edges were peeling ever so lightly, dirt and grime had built up around the handle. The brass door knocker was beginning to tarnish as well. George hated this door. He had not wanted a purple door, to him it was obnoxious and gaudy. His wife Emily had informed him he was wrong and simply did not understand these kinds of things and in the end he had relented. He admittedly had no eye for décor, but it still did not mean he had to like it.
By David Kroesen5 years ago in Confessions







