Saturday, November 11, 2006

Confession

Dad, why do you continue to let Mom handle the money? You should know, after 32 years of bounced checks, maxed out credit cards, and unpaid bills, that she does not have the ability to handle the money by herself.



It really, really pisses me off the cycle that you two let yourselves keep up. She gets herself into a mess, you throw a fit, she leaves, and you talk her into coming back by promising you’ll do better, you start working with her on the bills, then you leave her to the bills and she gets into another mess. It’s been this way for all of your marriage. It’s not all her fault, either. A lot of the bounced checks are written because she is trying to find a way to cover the money that should have gone to bills, but you just had to have a new boat or the house needs to be doubled in size now that all of your children have finally grown up and moved out.



Now I find out that she is working a second job (again) at night to try to catch up on bills. Dad, Mom is a 50-year-old overweight diabetic with horrible, horrible leg circulation. How can you let her stand on her feet at a convenience store all through the night? Why don’t you, instead, sit down with her and the two of you make a budget and stick to it? Yeah, it will most definitely mean that you don’t get to buy all of those things that you want, but it might mean that Mom gets to live longer. I’m really worried about her.



One more thing, you two can stop wondering why I refused to stay with a man who couldn’t/wouldn’t support his family even though you do not believe in divorce. You can also stop wondering why your son is so tight-fisted that he can make a nickel scream. It’s because we don’t want to turn out like the two of you. I wish I could say the same about your other daughter. She’s set herself up for a rough life, just like yours.



Dad, please work with Mom to find a way for her to quit that night job. Because of second and third jobs, she was almost never there when I was a child. Now that I am grown, we are finally starting to have a real mother-daughter relationship and I don’t want to lose her.

Monday, September 11, 2006

Numero 94

Mom, I love you, but the truth is this whole wedding is completely for you. This is not the way I would do it. But I know it makes you happy and I really don't care enough to fight you on it. So please do your thing. Just don't expect me to get all giddy about it.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

No woman no love

hello,

there have been no real new posts because there have been no new confessions. remeber to email me if you wan tto confess. I promise it will make ya feel better.

-CG

Confession 93

Dad-
I hate your drinking. seriously, it is out of control. don't tell me that bullshit about just liking the taste. you are self-medicating, and you have for years. and it hurts like hell to know that you can't spend time with your kids, or your wife, without having a drink in your hand. Your wife is the same way. seriously, you both need to make more of an effort to spend time with your family. How is it that you and mom have been divorced for 5 years and she is still the go between with you and your family. that is ridiculous. and you have hurt grandma so many times, and i don't know what to say to her. you are an alcoholic, and all of us, including my brother, are beginning to realize that. I am worried that my brother will follow in your footsteps, partially because he feels like he let you down because he got sick. getting sick is not his fault. stop putting all of your expectations on him. stop living your life through him. it isn't fair. But in the midst of everything, i love you so much. and it breaks my heart because i don't think you are happy. I love you. and i know you will never read this. but i love you, and that is why i want you to get help.

Friday, August 25, 2006

Confession 92

Dear Mother,

Wow. How formal. But, you know, we've never met. I'm 38 and I have a son, and we've never met. I know you were married when you gave me up. I know you kept my older brother. What I don't know is why. I would so love to know. There are a lot of things I would love to know. My birth name was Tracey Lynn Brooks, and I was born on September 2, 1967 at Saint Anthony's Hospital in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. I hate that I have all these unanswered questions, that I was adopted in the era of closed adoptions so that now, even though I'm a grown woman, I can't go get information about my own past. My own genetic history. My own life. I just wanted you to know, that it still hurts.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Confession 91

Mom, you were right. You were right about almost everything and I'm grateful to you for your strictness. You've helped me become a hell of a woman.

The guilt though....I know shame and guilt "helps teach" but stop hitting me with the guilt stick already. I'm grown. You've had your chance. I already feel like everything wrong with the world is my fault. I'm 40 years old. It's time to stop trying to make me do what you want by sighing and making me feel guilty. I promise I won't stick you in a cut-rate old-folks home

all right, the momentum is over with it...

Hello all,

So I guess that confession isn't good for everyone's soul. I don't have any more confessions to post really. I only get about one a week. would it make you feel better if I told you I am not some snot nosed punk ass kid? that I just turned twenty? that I am in college studying psychology?

anyway, I am just going to post them as they come in I guess.

have a great day

Thursday, August 17, 2006

And we're back...

Confession 81

Dad:
I wish Mom died instead of you

Confession 82

Mom, whenever I see something you would have liked, I think "I gotta call Mom and tell her about this!" even though you've been dead for eleven years.

Confession 83

Mom, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you about my ex-husband. You were right. He was a prick.

Confession 84

I will never forgive you for all those years lost to drugs. I had a hellacious childhood as a result of your using. I often find myself wishing you had actually succeeded when you tried to commit suicide. At least I wouldn't be dealing with your shit now if you had.

Confession 85

Mom, even though I love you, it still hurts that you didn't protect me from Dad. I can't understand why you didn't leave, didn't stop it, didn't do something. I think if someone did those things to my son, I would kill them.

Confession 86

You both shouldve kicked my ass when I was a teen!!! Dad, I know you wanted too, but mom wouldve hated you for it. Honestly, she wouldve gotten over it because I would have stopped. I was horrible to you both and im sorry. I know ive told you this, but I dont know if you realize how sorry I truly am. Especially to you Dad, because you chose me, you chose to do a step-parent adoption, and I treated you like shit later. Im an ass...I love you, and Im sorry.
Thank you for always loving me anyway

Confession 87

I cringe every time your phone number comes up on the caller ID. Sometimes I don't even answer because I don't have the energy to listen to you blab about absolutely nothing.

Confession 88

Mom, I'm sorry that I acted like such a bitch when I was a teenager. I still don't agree with you totally on everything, but I respect you a lot more now, and I can see things from your perspective.

Confession 89

You don't remember beating mom but me and the bro do. you can deny it all you want but it hapened.


Confession 90

Mom, I'm sorry I didn't go to California when you died. I should have gone and talked to you one last time

hmmm.... ya, so...

Keep the confessions coming!

Sunday, August 13, 2006

Yup... we're baaaack.

But alas, there is a small problem. while I am totally psyched over the fact that I got some where around 20 emails asking what's going on with the site, the problem is that I only got two confessions!

I know I am not as cool and popular as TWC or what not, but seriously, I thought this was a good Idea. so now I am going to pimp myself and beg. if ya all want to confess just drop me an email cuz right now I only got 2.


PS fishing with dad rocked.