To the first secret.
My dad died when I was 10 and sometimes I wish the same.
Whenever I see a man that looks like my dad I stare extra hard to see if it’s him, it always hurts when it’s not.
by vj
To first secret
Since my dad disapeared just after my 11th birthday, I’ve believed the same. That was seven and a half years ago.
by elyzah
to the second to last secret..
so do i!!
by XXoo
I cut myself to kill the pain>> Yes, I used to do this as a teen..so that I’d forget that I’m mad at my mom. The pain on my wrist makes me focus on it and helps me forget about my anger.
by tazle1792
That’s so weird, my dad died when I was nine and I just wrote a poem for my english class about how i suspected he would always come home. I always thought he just had an entirely separate life with a different family, even that would be better than knowing he’s dead.
by Rachael
To the first secret… That’s so sad, I cried… I’m sorry
by Wulf
I was glad that my stepfather died when I was 7.
by Rey
My Dad died five years ago when I was 19. Afterward I started dreaming that he came back and knocked on my door to tell me he faked his own death in order to get out of the $100,000 in debt that he was in. I’m still not really convinced that he’s dead.
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What’s funny is…my Mom thinks the same thing.
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She’ll be 50 in December.
Your psychiatrist was a jack ass.
by Marzipan
Dear first one,
I think that’s really unbelievably common (see comments above.) Your psychiatrist IS a jackass (see comment above.)
I used to wish for that too about my mom, but I had to be more elaborate because she committed suicide and my dad found her.
I pretended she had a twin sister no one knew about.
by AxeBackflip
To the “Jackass at my school died” person…
I don’t blame you. There are jackass at my school, and I’d feel the same way.
by Katie
I felt the same way about my Aunt who died when I was 5, she was my favorite person in the world when I was a 5 year old. She had lung cancer, but she always talked about how she was getting better and what we’d do when she got better, and when her hair grew back, etc. so I never believed she would die, nobody ever warned me.
So when they told me she died it came as a complete shock, and so I didn’t believe she was actually dead, I believed she actually got better and just ran away from my uncle (who I hated– and so does the rest of my family– I wouldn’t blame her for running away from him) and someday she would come back and return to my family. I don’t think I ever told anyone, but sometimes in the back of my mind I still wonder– especially since my parents didn’t think my brother and I were old enough to attend the funeral so I never saw the body or the grave!
by a non
I started to cut again. I’m 32. I thought I was done with this shit. What is wrong with me?
I know you probably won’t read this due to you having posted so long ago but there is nothing wrong with you. You are in pain and expressing that, albeit in an unhealthy way. Get help darling. You deserve it.
by Erin
To the first one:
My Gramma died two years ago, and I still feel like maybe one day she’ll come back from grocery shopping or a vacation or something and everything will be normal again. She was like my mother, and I’ll always believe that she’s just gone somewhere and will come back.
by Sarah
My dad died when I was 9 also. I had the same fantasy and sometimes I still believe he will come out of hiding too. I’m 28 years old.
To the first secret.
My dad died when I was 10 and sometimes I wish the same.
Whenever I see a man that looks like my dad I stare extra hard to see if it’s him, it always hurts when it’s not.
To first secret
Since my dad disapeared just after my 11th birthday, I’ve believed the same. That was seven and a half years ago.
to the second to last secret..
so do i!!
I cut myself to kill the pain>> Yes, I used to do this as a teen..so that I’d forget that I’m mad at my mom. The pain on my wrist makes me focus on it and helps me forget about my anger.
That’s so weird, my dad died when I was nine and I just wrote a poem for my english class about how i suspected he would always come home. I always thought he just had an entirely separate life with a different family, even that would be better than knowing he’s dead.
To the first secret… That’s so sad, I cried… I’m sorry
I was glad that my stepfather died when I was 7.
My Dad died five years ago when I was 19. Afterward I started dreaming that he came back and knocked on my door to tell me he faked his own death in order to get out of the $100,000 in debt that he was in. I’m still not really convinced that he’s dead.
.
.
.
What’s funny is…my Mom thinks the same thing.
.
.
.
She’ll be 50 in December.
Your psychiatrist was a jack ass.
Dear first one,
I think that’s really unbelievably common (see comments above.) Your psychiatrist IS a jackass (see comment above.)
I used to wish for that too about my mom, but I had to be more elaborate because she committed suicide and my dad found her.
I pretended she had a twin sister no one knew about.
To the “Jackass at my school died” person…
I don’t blame you. There are jackass at my school, and I’d feel the same way.
I felt the same way about my Aunt who died when I was 5, she was my favorite person in the world when I was a 5 year old. She had lung cancer, but she always talked about how she was getting better and what we’d do when she got better, and when her hair grew back, etc. so I never believed she would die, nobody ever warned me.
So when they told me she died it came as a complete shock, and so I didn’t believe she was actually dead, I believed she actually got better and just ran away from my uncle (who I hated– and so does the rest of my family– I wouldn’t blame her for running away from him) and someday she would come back and return to my family. I don’t think I ever told anyone, but sometimes in the back of my mind I still wonder– especially since my parents didn’t think my brother and I were old enough to attend the funeral so I never saw the body or the grave!
I started to cut again. I’m 32. I thought I was done with this shit. What is wrong with me?
anon #
I know you probably won’t read this due to you having posted so long ago but there is nothing wrong with you. You are in pain and expressing that, albeit in an unhealthy way. Get help darling. You deserve it.
To the first one:
My Gramma died two years ago, and I still feel like maybe one day she’ll come back from grocery shopping or a vacation or something and everything will be normal again. She was like my mother, and I’ll always believe that she’s just gone somewhere and will come back.
My dad died when I was 9 also. I had the same fantasy and sometimes I still believe he will come out of hiding too. I’m 28 years old.
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