Damsel in depress

Today my family held a celebration of life for my uncle and great grandma in their passing. The ceremony was beautiful, a lot of family and friends attended. I stayed up late the night before trying to troubleshoot a projector issue for the presentation.

I genuinely enjoyed seeing my family members that are scattered all over the country, Iris enjoyed playing with her cousins and I reminisce how formative my interactions with my own were.

In the afterwards, we’re invited swimming my moms childhood friends daughters, the twins. I’d always known their mother had adopted them, but we referred to them all as family.

After we returned from swimming. Theres a few of my cousins and a stranger who I later learn is both my moms neighbor and the birth father of the twins. Hes already drunk when we arrive. Initially its jovial, I love you guys stuff, but quickly gets fuckin weird.

First off, he keeps aggressively looping into hate speech about black rioters and his tax money going to welfare. Hes aggressively calling me and my husband out of towner Democrats, when I was in fact born here and never brought up any political affiliations because it’s the day to grieve my gram gram and uncle. He’s also rudely saying my other cousins have man guns in when they come in, all the women present except myself take their hair down eventually during the prodding.
Things get darker when I feel like the remarks hes making to the twins are suggestive. I think my husband must think the same thing because he pulls me aside for a herbal calm down and shot because he cant deal with this guy without drinking, he drinks himself sick, hes apologizing but he makes a few clawbacks at this guy that are of appropriate note.

The twins are sent to walk the guy back to his home, which I’m a little why at but they return a short while later saying he passed out in the hall. His wife who had joined us at this point, and the twins adopted mother are all trying to give some dialogue on how hes normally not like this, and hes not a racist at all and would help anyone.

I’m sad, but the twins are sweet, their camping out with my daughter in the back yard and eating smores.

Longing for some affection

I am 17 years old and i feel like i haven’t experienced life at its fullest yet.
I don’t know the feeling of another human being , loving me that much that i actually return it.
I don’t have the career i’m seeking right now and i’m stressed that i won’t make it sooner than i planned to.
I know i am the problem , but i wish someone knew that and still decided that i was worth staying around for and help me fix myself.
I just want to be appreciated and validated.
This life was just a failed experiment i guess.

something i’ve always kept

Hey there,
I’ve decided that it finally was the time for me to talk about myself and my feelings. As you know I’m a really closed person and I don’t like to share my emotions, but I think I really need to exteriorize everything. I’m tired of always feeling lonely, even if i’m surrounded by people, like my family or my friends but I feel like no one really understands me. I’ve started to kinda isolate myself, always locked in my bedroom with my music. This is how I like it, calm and peaceful, no one there to disturb me. Why have I started to be like that ? Well because I can’t stand my family’s problems anymore. There’s always something wrong, I don’t have a good relation with my father, he’s never told me “I love you” and neither do I. I’ve always had a good relation with my mom, but since a few months it’s not the same anymore, I don’t know why. And my brothers, always there to talk behind my back with my mom when i”m not around. They don’t even know that I always hear their conversations. Anyways, I’m just tired of all of that, I want to leave the house, be independent and maybe have a new start. I’m tired of not being understood, and I don’t even know who I could share my feelings with, I don’t really trust a lot of people and I’m always afraid of being judged about that. I didn’t even talk about a third of what I feel, and why in this letter but I guess it’s just a start. I’m sorry if i’m just complaining here, but as I said it before, no one knows about how i am, no one really asks and even when they do I lie. It’s the first website i’ve found to write something anonymously, so there I am. Oh and by the way sorry if my english isn’t really perfect, I’m French.
Thank you for reading everything if you did, and have a great and happy life, I hope 🙂

Getting Signs, I think…I am super optimistic

Hi there,
For as long as I can remember, I have always wondered if the possibility of getting married and having a family would ever happen for me. Lately, I feel that possibility is very much in my favor. This pandemic has allowed me to take the time and truly reflect on what is important and what I want. Usually, when I write here, I post about you or you.

Today, however, that will be different. I feel different too. I feel optimistic and spiritually connected to the signs I have been getting. Signs you have introduced to me to the spiritual and god-like messages from Pastor Michael Todd on his ideologies around relationship goals. You have also introduced me to randomly viewing Chachi Gonzales’ youtube channel and really looking “what healthy relationships” and being loved correctly looks like. It was genuine, heartfelt, and made me feel very excited when it’s my turn. Now I know for anyone reading this, may say…well that’s youtube and social media. That’s not real life. However, it was enough to get me to change my mood and look forward to the future.

For a long time, I was concerned with finding the right one and having a family. Spiritually you told me that I have to work on myself first to obtain all the things I want. I finally understand.

I am ready to receive the messages and reach the trajectory I meant for. I am ready to put everything into action.

Broken wings

I’ll never walk alone again; the winds of time and change are too strong.
Ah, it’s that what you hurt, which you’ll have to live with.

Only the sad flowing emotions, bury these intense and trying times.
Ah, this tight embrace and this burning, unchanged heart.
In this ever changing time, love will never change.

It was a pleasure (joy and pain)

More than love it’s a way of living,
It’s all part of my way of giving and I give it all to you.

I’m the scruffy, beat up working class wannabe troubadour.
Who fell in love with you, Oh but how you broke my heart.
There are times to remember and times that I wish to forget,
Our time together was tinged with love and regret.
What’s the use of intellect and common sense,
It means nothing at all if all you can do is sit on the fence.

If it wasn’t for you I’d never have known real happiness,
If it wasn’t for you I’d never have known real sadness.
Now you ask me if I’m sincere and although I’m not a guy that means to hurt,
See the confusion in my cloudy eyes.
Because I’ve know the pain of too much happiness,
And the misfortune of too much sadness.

I know that the distance makes you forget, loves so dear.
That what today seems so real tomorrow will be forgotten,
So here I stand exiled here from the world,
My sentence comes too heavy.
And I find myself asking why I should be made to pay,
For being born on the dark side of the moon.