Day three after my suicide attempt had me being released from the hospital, going home to an empty apartment with an even emptier life. Still pretending everything was peachy keen, mother had cleaned up my apartment, stocked my refrigerator with nutritious, healthy organic foods, thrown out every bottle of pills I had in my medicine cabinet and even had a homecoming gift waiting for me: a leather-bound, tan, lined journal with hundreds of pages to fill with my confessions.
Dr. Mitchell may be right. If I write my feelings down, maybe I can make sense of my life as it’s laid out in front of me in black and white. The only way to do that is to start from the beginning. What was that quote? The past holds the clues to your present.
Like mother, I can pretend too. I can pretend to feel better because there is no way that I’m going to visit that shrink and get a crazy label attached to me. I'm not wacky; I simply had a momentary lack of judgment due to depression. However, I am determined to make a fresh start without Drake in my life and in my dreams.
I should start by telling you something about myself. Let’s see. There’s really not much to tell, that's interesting anyway. I’m pretty average in most ways and live a relatively tame lifestyle. I’m twenty-eight years old. Work as a senior relations service representative for a telecommunications company in Midtown. By the way, it’s a job I despise with a major passion, but I do my best nevertheless. It could be a cool job, but there is always so much drama going on with the women there. Trivia stuff at that. Why can't women just get along?
Oh, I’m adopted. Mother and daddy adopted me when I was two months old. I was born to a crack-addicted biological mother who simply gave me up at birth. Signed over her maternal rights. Just like that. With the snap of two fingers. In the blink of an eye. She signed over her maternal rights, and I became a ward of the state of Georgia. She wasn't even sure who my biological father was. That line on my birth certificate was left blank. Recently, more and more, I had thought about hiring a detective agency to locate my birth mother because I had many questions. I had even researched a few agencies online in the metro Atlanta area but I hadn't made a decision mainly because I didn't want to hurt mother.
I don’t get it. And believe me, I've tried. How can a mother, any mother, give birth to a child that she has carried for nine months, felt her moving around inside her, bonded with, and then, then. . . just give her up like she’s dumping the trash? Me, I could never do that in a million years. It’s actually ironic, my life didn’t mean anything to my biological mother and I guess it didn’t mean anything to me either since I tried to take it.
True Confessions Copyright © 2011 Electa Rome Parks. All rights reserved. Reprinted by arrangement with Urban Books, LLC c/o Kensington Pub. Corp.
Essence® bestselling author Electa Rome Parks serves up another sizzler with the tale of a twisted twenty-eight-year-old trying to sort out the drama of her life by the power of the pen—one dysfunctional sentence at a time.
Kennedy Logan is gorgeous, talented and in love with Drake Collins. She thinks it’s the real thing; he’s in for the sex. But she’s not going to give up winning him without a fight. Because Kennedy doesn’t give up—after all, she hasn’t quit searching for her biological mother who abandoned her at birth. But things get to a point where it all becomes too much, resulting in a failed suicide attempt. Her life then gets considerably worse when her overbearing mother, Dorothy Logan, moves in with her, bent on getting her daughter’s life back in order. The first step is getting rid of Drake Collins once and for all, with a little help from Kennedy’s best friend, Taylor. But that’s easier said than done.... At her psychiatrist’s advice, Kennedy uses writing as her therapy. She starts to keep a daily journal detailing the erotic circumstances and family drama that led up to her despair. But what’s really going on between the pages will be a shocker for everyone involved....
Hardcover Book : 288 pages
Publisher: Kensington Books ( January 01, 2011 )
Item #: 13-194006
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 0.613inches
Product Weight: 11.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
I wanted so bad for this book to impress me but that never happened. She was entirely too weak, and everything made her cry. I still have not finished this book and I have had it for 5 months now and I usually finish in 1 day or 2. Please get it from the library.
This book is honestly one of the worst books I have ever read. Being that I was bored, love to read, and had nothing else to read, I read it. It really served no purpose to me. Took too long to get to the point and after that, it was over. Maybe it's because I'm used to so many other great books. I expected more.
The story in this book is 253 pages. You don't find out what's really going on until page 211. It took too long. There's too much unnecessary history discussed. I would not recommend this book to anyone.
Reviewer: Dee M
This book was the slowest book I have ever read. I have been reading it for 3 mnths and I am still not finished. She is a wimp, and I am so tired of her crying. worst book EVER, dont waste your time, borrow it.
This book had some good moments but I personally think it took too long getting to the "meat" of the story
Reviewer: Tia F