Sunday Confessions: 2-1-26
Welcome to Sunday Confessions. Each Sunday through Sunday Scaries Instagram stories, readers submit their totally-anonymous confessions. Because sometimes it just feels good to get off your chest.
A reminder of the definition of a confession:
an admission or acknowledgment that one has done something that one is ashamed or embarrassed about.
Thank you for this attention to this matter, please do not make me impose a one-week ban next week because you want to complain.
Here are all of this week’s confessions.
When I do my boyfriend’s laundry, I throw away clothes that I don’t like and he almost never notices.
I finally got invited to play in a Dungeons and Dragons group and I’m so excited.
missed my period and am too scared to tell anyone. will take a test and update you next week
Currently rewatching Smallville and Tom Welling is single handedly curing my winter blues.
My boyfriend has quite a few female friends. Part of me is glad: to be with someone who values women as people, that he isn’t surrounded solely by male opinions, and that he’s someone women feel safe around. The other part of me fucking hates it.
I consistently throw out leftovers but tell my partner I ate them for lunch.
I use my husbands’s tweezers to pick the boogers from around my nose ring. I just wipe them off when I’m done and he’s none the wiser.
Went to a Korean BBQ with the boys, ate so much and such a spicy hotpot, spent the entire Sunday morning on the toilet.
Was on the most amazing first date last night and now I’m on cloud nine. It’s been years since I’ve felt like this about anyone and I’d already lost hope, and I’m so scared to jinx it that I feel like I should hold my breath not to break the magic, but I just want to tell everyone. Maybe they were right, and love will find you when you least expect it?
I use AI to make assignments, grade student assignments, and give feedback.
Met a guy who works at Sam’s Club Tire Center who wants to sleep with me and I just might if he gives me his employee discount.
If I’m out in public wearing a hoodie, there’s probably a 90% chance I’m not wearing a bra.
Spent the better part of a day reading the court documents from my friend’s divorce on the state’s judicial website.
My situationship and I admitted to each other that we’re not actually looking for new relationships last night, which lead to us realizing we’ve been exclusive without even knowing it. How cute.
My in-laws gave me a handbook for being part of their family, and now I don’t know if I can go through with the wedding. Let me explain. A few weeks ago at dinner with my in-laws, my father-in-law said they had something to show me. My mother-in-law then brought out a binder titled “A Guide to Our Family,” which she said serves as their family contract. In the binder was all the rules and expectations of their family, including not allowed to express frustrations or conflict with other family members, requirements to attend at least 5 holidays per year, and you MUST join the family Life360. I discussed my apprehension with my fiancé but he just shrugged and said he didn’t see any red flags because their family it’s worked so well for their family.
Birthday was yesterday, had way too many drinks and fucked a guy with a small dick. But he went down on me for an hour, so I’m going to chalk it up as a win.
I am completely in love with my one night stand. And this also isn’t the first time this has happened.
Sent an “I fucked up” email to my boss right before getting on a flight for a funeral. Back home and terrified to open my emails.
I’m dating two guys. I don’t even like one of them but it makes the other one jealous so I’m letting things simmer with him. It’s my own mini version of the bachelorette.
Had to reset my ‘days since last shart’ counter back to zero this week.
I sold my boyfriend’s sweater on Marketplace without asking him. And kept the cash.
Me and my ex and still flying between Chicago and Toronto to sleep together. No one knows.
I finally started a faceless IG account just to post the aesthetic stuff I just wouldn’t post on my personal. I have no desire to grow it. I don’t care to tell anyone about it. It is truly just an outlet and I can’t believe it took me so long to do something so simple. I think the pressure of thinking that your social media has to be profitable is getting out of control.
I don’t know how to relax.
I never use a seat covering in the bathroom at work. If there is someone else in the bathroom, I’ll noisily pull one out of the holder to make it seem like I’m going to use one but then just put it in the trash.
Still using an old friend’s HBO account to watch Heated Rivalry that I haven’t spoken to in several years.
Texted my ex. Got my attention fill. Re-blocked.
I’m more torn up over Catherine O’Hara’s death than I have ever been over a blood relative’s passing.
Hubby’s bloody nose dripped all over me when we were intimate.
No one knows that my diaper bag is a $9k Bottega Veneta. It makes me feel like I haven’t lost my sparkle.
I broke it off with the ICE supporter and might have coincidentally found the love of my life later that week.
I have one person on my Close Friends list and it’s a guy I’m interested in.
I used my husband’s credit card to make a big purchase without telling him. They flagged the purchase and froze his account. I’m still figuring out how to tell him.
I still log into my ex’s email account. Just to see what’s going on. It’s been 2 years.
On Saturday night, I emitted a “silent but very deadly” fart and blamed it on the dog. On Sunday morning, my husband insisted on taking the dog to the emergency vet - assuming that the smell must be an indicator of cancer or something worse. I was too mortified to reveal the truth. $500 later…the dog is fine and I’m afraid I’ll never be able to fart in my home again.
I accidentally sent a dirty pic to my boyfriend’s family’s group chat.
I just can’t fathom that people are excusing away why our president is in the Epstein files over 1,800 times.
I work in an office. A cubical. Sometimes I like to take off my shoes because I like the way my sweaty feet smell in front of my heater. It’s a nice stink. I’m also a woman.
I was in a situationship with a coworker. I secretly log into his work files every week so I can read the notes from his manager about his work performance. It gives me great pleasure to know he is still a disappointment to all females, romantic or otherwise.
My husband always listens to music in the car annoyingly too loud, so I purposefully speak quietly so he’s forced to turn it down.
Shoveled snow on Monday, landed myself in the ER for throwing out my back. I’m 32.
I secretly use AI for guidance and companionship.
I joined a couple last night and had the hottest sex I’ve had in ages. I think everyone needs at least one threesome in their life. I feel like a goddess today.
I’m an EA and set up my bosses meetings. I get the ai summaries to my inbox, which I read to take notes/stay up on their priorities. I got one that was about the plan to “exit my employment”. They don’t know that I know.
I cried uncontrollably in the shower after reading Macaulay’s tribute to Caroline.
When I’m home alone, I talk to myself like I am my own therapist. It makes me feel so much better.
I’ve been flirting with my high school crush on instagram and it’s gotten graphic.
Was chatting with my manager, and he reached up to stretch, and in the process his t-shirt lifted. My god, the man is sculpted by the Gods. He caught me ogling his v lines, so now I have to change job.
I have developed this bad habit of grabbing my phone when I get up to pee in the middle of the night and it’s ruining my life.
I still haven’t followed my mother in law back on instagram. Married 10 years this year.
I got so high I went non verbal, watched the Grammys, and drank 10 juice boxes. Not proud but not ashamed?
