I grew up really poor-like immigrated here, lived in a shed for a winter, moved around a lot, did not have basic thigns at home like food or electricity

4 years

295 Views

I grew up really poor-like immigrated here, lived in a shed for a winter, moved around a lot, did not have basic thigns at home like food or electricity or showers. I started working with my dad when I was 12, and I always knew that we were really poor and we never asked for things bc obviously there wasn’t food, we werent’ getting dance classes lol. So I move out and work full-time as a teen, always with at least one, usually two jobs. Now that I have kids, I have guilt for what they miss out on. The problem is that we are doing well, we have what we need, but I can’t seem to enjoy it bc it’s not quite as comfortable as I had fantasized as a kid. I want to get my dad a place to live, and help fix his teeth and my sister’s teeth, and I wish when my kids asked for an expensive toy that I could just buy it, instead of make up excuses like it is out of stock for right now so the kids won’t think we don’t have money.
It is made worse that we worked hard to get them into a nice school…but now it is so expensive for everytnint they need such as skis, and so much gear! And even worse they have friends that all have pools and nice houses and nice moms who have nice hair bc they have a nice life where it isn’t 16 hours a day of working and then more work and no time to yourself. My kids can’t know that I don’t have nice hair and clothes or a beautifully decorated house because both my husband and I have to work all the time to make ends meet. I know I am doing a good job, it just hurts my feelings to hear my daughters talk about how pretty and nice their friends’ moms are, how fancy the houses are, how they have a pool and outdoor furniture while we don’t have a kitchen table or a couch yet but we are looking for a good deal.

It’s just so hard when everything seems to be about money, even when I know it is not.

New Confession

I played with my mom’s bod during my high school days she was all broken back then her parents died one after other in the same year after that my dad cheated on her and we left him to live in her parents house there I used to blame her for our situation and me frustrated would always end up arguing with her untill she gets into tears and accepts her defeat that made me felt bad later but the same would happen again after a day or two one after another argument made me felt as a superior male over her in the house that made me felt as a dominant one over a broken submissive female that soon made me want to get her ready for reliving my frustrations or for accepting me as a mating male in bed, as I kept winning such arguments frequently making her in tears surrender, one night i went into her bed late after she got asleep I and crawled under her blanket for the first few times I tried groping her I use to grab her b**bs she woke up scold me as I’m yours “fu**in mother you idiot” and go to the other room this happened alot of times but with every night I played more with her b**bs and then pinching and pulling her ni**les one night I slid my hand into her p*n*ty and rubbed her c*it as she tried getting up I grabbed her with the other are and my legs around hers she tried hard but I kept on moving ahead with what I was doing soon she got so wet she covered her mouth with her hands and started crying I could clearly feel her getting swelled up down there with every passing second more slippery sticky stuff coming out while she was in tears crying with one hand on her mouth and another one trying to pull my hand out but I kept f******** her roughly until I felt her cl*t pumping on my fingers, she cu**ed with shaking org**m. Right after that I left her she got up and went to the other room.

Related Confessions

LOL I’m slashing my wrists tonight if Judy Wright calls the York Regional Police on me. Got a nice warm bath going right now.