Sunday Confessions: 4-19-26
Welcome back to another week of Sunday Confessions. Some notes this week before we dive in:
I’m going back to the old formatting as you’ll see below.
I’ve also been posting most posts on the main Sunday Scaries website. I’ve been very into trying to update the site overall for a bunch of reasons.
If you know anything about publishing, some Instagram followers validated my idea that Confessions could make a good book. I’ve thought about this idea for over a year so message me privately if you want to talk.
Okay, sorry, normally I don’t get that Official in the intro but today it was needed.
Here are all of this week’s confessions.
I was at a pub in Scotland on Wednesday and a cute guy was next to me, he started talking to me but had a thick Scottish accent, he realized I was American and stopped trying to talk to me. He could’ve been my future husband and my visa to move.
I’ve been dating someone for almost a month and I’m already ready to say “I love you.” Not sure if it’s get honeymoon phase or if I really love her.
Told family I’d become a travel agent as a side gig, father-in-law’s girlfriend said they would never book with me.
I’ve been unemployed for 5 months and I’ve never been happier. I’ve been dating again, eating better, exercising more. I don’t want to go back.
i’m hoping to sleep with my best friend again. I don’t know how to tell him, but he’s reading sunday scaries, so maybe he’ll recognize himself in it.
I did it. I’m not ok, but I will be.
I have started most of my work days recently by logging onto LinkedIn to cyberbully people promoting their AI headshot businesses.
The person I considered my best friend didn’t invite me to her bachelorette party. I’m rethinking our whole friendship.
I’m really not that busy at work. I just say I am.
All of my adult library is either goth or Latina.
One reason I don’t want to leave my husband is I know he’d pick some conservative woman as his next wife and I refuse to let my daughter be exposed to that more than she already is.
I submitted an ‘anonymous’ review of my bosses performance and absolutely did not hold back. Now I am 87% sure it wasn’t actually anonymous.
I dreamed about my high school crush every night this week. I’m almost 40.
My boyfriend’s lack of skincare routine infuriates me. Not because he has nice skin without the effort; but because he thinks his skin looks better than it does.
I eat soup for breakfast. Sue me.
i am so against glp-1s but seeing everyone get snatched so fast is really making me reconsider.
Bought tickets to a hockey game I knew I couldn’t attend just so I could give them to the guy I like.
Got a boob job 10 days ago and hate it.
The amount that I am attracted to men with mustaches would make me of 4 years ago ashamed.
Saw my ex walking with his new gf a month after he broke up with me over text.
The Catholic guilt is just *dripping* off me as I just passed everyone getting out of mass when on my way to get gummies at 10:30 a.m.
I’m delusional enough to think that I could pull Tyriq Withers.
Found out my boyfriend had been cheating on me the entire two years via his Apple Watch this weekend.
I fear the UPS delivery man heard me masturbating during phone sex with my long distance boyfriend yesterday afternoon.
I’m a lady but I was on a road trip recently and had to pee so bad that I pulled over, opened the car door, blocked any views with the back seat door and went right there in broad daylight. I have no regrets.
I got a little tipsy one night and bought all three Pitch Perfect movies on prime. It’s the best $45 I’ve ever spent.
Crashed out so hard I drove to Chicago just to eat a lobster roll over a guy I never even made it out of the talking stage with.
I’ve always wiped back to front. I won’t change.
My toxic trait is that I believe I could get any celebrity to fall in love with me if they met me.
I hate the smell of my friend’s perfume.
drunk me makes plans for sober me and i hate her for that
I am so fucking annoyed with two of the girls on this beach trip that I’m hiding in my room and doomscrolling.
My parents see our daughter way more than my in laws and I’m not making any special effort to change that.
Sometimes I can’t tell if people are British or Australian.
My ex is still logged into my Netflix and Prime, and whilst I know I should change the password I can see that she’s working her way through a ton of series and I don’t want to be an A-Hole and stop her finishing them.
Back to back weekends of Bieber at his best has me horny af.
Plucking my widows peak has made me feel so much better about myself and definitely made me at least a little bit hotter.
I judge people who listen to audiobooks. It’s not remotely the same as reading a book and it’s fucking lame.
I don’t miss sex. It’s messy and time consuming.
I’m telling my side of the family the gender of my baby but not my in-laws.
I have a burner account where I troll my old job’s social content. I was their social media manager and quit which makes it even more fulfilling to see the drop-off in quality.
I quit smoking over a year ago. My husband leaves used zyns around the house. About a month ago I was having a really bad day and reeeeeaaallly wanted a cigarette but didn’t want to break my quit. So I popped one of his used pouches in... It worked.
Tomorrow 3 of us are walking out on our toxic boss. We are the only 3 employees. This is better than Christmas.
I would ride Trent Reznor to filth on the Sahara Stage for all to see.
I’m dating a girl that’s cooler than me (also a girl) and it’s making me feel insecure for the first time in my life.
I think some of my single friends aren’t trying hard enough to meet significant others.
Had a make out session in the back of my crush’s car. I felt so giddy afterwards. I’m 28 and he’s 29.
I dropped my husband’s “gardening” vape in ranch dressing. It’s been a week and he still doesn’t know.
I’m dating a guy who picks up dead bodies and takes them to funeral homes. He asked me to help him transport a dead body last night and l did.
Reality sucks so much I’ve already read 50 books this year.
I don’t know the difference between Alix Earle and Alex Cooper.
I openly cried in a hotel pool this weekend because my boyfriend and I discussed our nonexistent future… then proceeded to get drunk enough that I don’t actually remember what was said.
I’ve been letting my husband play personal trainer for me. I’ve never been more consistent and turned on by him telling me what to do.
I finally ended my toxic relationship only to realize I can’t afford to live on my own.
I close my eyes and pretend that my husband is a specific male professional tennis player while we are having sex.
I would die if my friends found out, but my husband and I sleep in the same bedsheets for easily an average of 6 weeks. I know it’s gross but can’t find the energy with everything else in our lives.
Tried to have a lunch time quickie with my sneaky link before I took my nieces and nephew out to the movies cause he lives down the street. Timing didn’t work out. Then spending time with the kids made me want to be abstinent forever.
I secretly pray the ceiling at work falls on my head so I can sue the company and retire at 34.
Left pit tends to smell more than the right. Sometimes like fajitas. I kind of like it. And by kind of, I mean, I do.
