“Look,” My mother said excitedly holding it up “the restorers did such a good job, you can barely see where I cut it”

"it's just a phase sweetie, you'll get over it"

I do not deserve the relief and peace of dying.

No, Dad, please sit down. I'm sorry I laughed.

Only to feel shocked when she comforted them instead of yelling and hurting them.

By anonymous, unknown sources on this post.

Now as an adult, I have just grown older but never grown up.

I suppose i was just overreacting again because he said he just couldn't hear me.

No you don't understand, i have to blame myself so i can feel like i had control that night.

Because that’s the only way to feel my self-worth.

they were all always lying.

It wasn't long before the cops were at her door and escorted her into the back of the police van and shoved her in, while all the neighbours gawked at her like she was a criminal.

Now that he chose someone else over me, I have nowhere to hide from this cruel unforgiving world.

Worthless coward, just press “Send“

I immediately froze and took down my post, knowing I couldn’t share with others what he did to me without being retraumatized.

With tears in my eyes, I held it and wished I could turn back time to tell her the same before she took her own life last year.

After I saw that, I knew it wouldn’t be long till her mental health went down hill and I’d have to make a phone call to the police.

But I could try and give meaning to my death.

The little boy tried to wake his dog up to play but oddly his beloved pet couldn't wake up.

Amidst tears, resilience blossomed, nourished by sorrow's rain. From despair's soil, hope unfurled, a testament to the enduring beauty that flourishes in the depths of anguish.

It wasn't.

(All those stories of virtual kidnapping scams make me worry that one day, someone really will be kidnapped, but their family will assume that they're just being scammed and not take it seriously until it's too late.)

And even so, things never fail to disappoint me

I walked in on my sobbing daughter crying over my husband's dead body.

"I'm sorry, Mommy, but the nine one one lady told me to stop playing, an' hung up!"

I had to fade away eventually because I knew it was the right thing to do.

She read my pale blue lips and saved my life.

but deep down, I was more focused on trying to hide the fact that I was still hungover from last night.

Imagine when the person who preached the kindness and acceptance of Jesus laughed coldly, saying nothing more than ; “You’re confused.”

Opening the door to two uniformed men made me wish I'd held him longer

I really am a pathetic weak loser.

In reality I'm a coward who doesn't know how to tell them she died in a plane crash months ago and that every video they're watching is a deepfake created by me.