I remember a green floral sofa and a blurry brown spotted carpet.I confuse them as being together at the same time and place, but it's not the case; pictures tell me so.One was in our first home and apartment. The other was in our one and only house. Yet they are...
I’m in trouble. Again. Was I too loud? Did I say something wrong? I can’t recall. I try desperately to remember. Maybe, if I figure it out, I can say I’m sorry before it’s too late. Suddenly, my mother kicks me under the metal-rimmed restaurant table. A sharp,...
Timidly I share one story, then only after assessing your reaction, I share another.As if feeding a duck, one piece of bread at a time, Ensuring it will follow.Once you are full, I watch carefully for clues that you will fly awayMy pain too much for any...
I recently lost my father, and it brought back a lot of repressed memories, I now find myself day-to-day wondering why and what I could have possibly done to deserve such treatment. I have tried committing suicide multiple times but someone always saves me. I have...
(Becoming my true good self.) For as long as I can remember, I believed that if I did good things, that would mean I was a good person. Even as a small child, I felt the urgent need to be known as good. I followed the rules, made good grades, did my chores, etc....
You are about to transfer to {fbExpr this.triggerElement.href}. The link you have selected is located on another server. The linked site contains information that has been created, published, maintained by another organization. ACA WSO is not responsible for,nor are we endorsing this content.
You can click stay here to remain on adultchildren.org
