Sunday Confessions: 1-12-25

"I hate how good I feel on dry January."

Welcome to Sunday Confessions. Each Sunday through Sunday Scaries Instagram stories, readers submit their totally-anonymous confessions. Because sometime it just feels good to get off your chest.

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Second Monday of the year which means we’re supposed to be in the swing of things by now. No, I’m not doing Dry January and no, I still somehow haven’t written down any goals for the year. I’m knee-deep in delay tactics right now which have manifested them in both Love Island Australia and Traitors before bed.

Anyway, this week’s confessions.

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I hate listening to my spouse play guitar.

I always yell at my boyfriend for picking his nose and throwing it on the ground. But when he’s not around I do the same thing. A lot. I guess we’re both disgusting.

Unintentionally became a stay at home wife in September and I really don't wanna get a full time job again.

Every time I date someone, I like them more than they like me. It always ends up ruining everything. I don’t know how to fix it, and I feel a lot of shame about it.

None of my immediate family members bothered to wish me Merry Christmas so I’m writing them all out of my will.

I’ve cemented myself as the friend who is trusted to choose the bottle from the wine list at group dinners and I imagine this is what crack feels like.

Drunkenly told my situationship that I want to have his babies. I didn’t remember the next day but he did.

I once asked my work to send me to a conference in Palm Springs that was a week long. They approved of the expensive all expenses paid trip, but I never went. I ended up skipping the conference and took a staycation at home instead. I didn’t have to travel and I didn’t have to work for a whole week. I ordered in and took midday hot yoga classes.

My husband told me my sense of humor hurts his feelings and tbh that’s on him.

I wish I had a birthday in any other month. January birthdays just suck because no one cares or wants to celebrate.

I had diarrhea in a private bathroom at a nightclub I used to do coke in and get blowjobs in. 30s vs 20s.

Doing dry January. Horrified to report that I look and feel fantastic. Inner party girl is SCREAMING.

i start arguments with my ex because i get lonely, and want him to be lonely too.

I muted the stories and posts of at least 800+ people I follow on Instagram so I don't hurt their feelings by unfollowing them. Still thinking about unfollowing them anyway though.

My father-in-law is hot AF.

Can’t stop thinking about a guy… 12 years younger than me.

I got my bf tickets to his favourite artist for his birthday right before I broke up with him so it’d hurt him that much more to know he can’t go.

I have to take an 15 mg edible & an Advil PM every night before bed to actually sleep well. My brain and liver might suffer, but I’m sleeping like the dead.

I really hate my boss and she thinks I’m her friend…her best friend…

I cried about the TikTok ban. I’m a 32 grown woman.

I regret not christening my new bed before dumping the man I was dating.

Had a 2025 planning meeting at work this past Friday. CEO forgot my department existed.

Just opened a restaurant. I know things will get better, but these first days having to scrap by are killing me.

My husband is going on an 11 day work trip next week and we’ve never been apart that long. I’m really sad and nervous.

My husband has lost a ton of weight really fast on semiglutides. I’m happy for him but not as attracted to his new skinnier bod.

I’m of a *cough* certain age. I’m obsessed with Luigi. Send help.

Sent a drunk text to a director at work. He now knows how bad I want to sit on his face. Oop.

When a website needs an email address to unlock content, I submit my ex-boyfriend’s fiancés email. I’ve been doing this for 3 years.

I sad cry during happy scenes in movies like a wedding or birth of a baby because I’m terrified that I will never experience that joy.

If I was proposed to right now by my current boyfriend, the people pleaser in me wants to say yes - but I would say no - I’ve recently realized I’m in love with his hypothetical potential, not his current state.

I hate how good I feel on dry January.

I feel superior every time I return the shopping trolley to where it belongs at the front of the store.

I keep having sex dreams about my therapist.

I’m so disappointed Texas lost the cotton bowl, but mainly because Steve Sarkisian is my hall pass/daddy/imaginary fling.

I’ve been recording my boss for the last six months talking trash about his boss and the company.

The amount of times I’ve almost told him “I love you” is gross because we’re not even together, but I do.

I have nice feet, would love to monetize them.

I don’t want to tell my MIL I’m pregnant.

I did something at work that I’ve wanted to do for years and it feels nowhere as good as I thought it would.

Honestly wanna move far away and start over. Feel like I’m in a rut with no way out.

I want to hookup with my SoulCycle instructor. He’s 10 years older than me.

I pried details out of my boyfriend about our future engagement. I feel bad and apologized for how I acted, but we’ve been dating just shy of 6 years and I’m getting antsy.

I still pick my nose and eat my boogers even though I’m 29. It’s much more efficient than blowing my nose and I love the salty taste. And the texture. Especially the morning boogies. Sometimes I get caught and it’s so embarrassing. Tried to quit once, don’t think I ever will.

Constantly torn between living within my means and spending half my paycheck on alo yoga fits.

I’ve never dry cleaned anything.

I rarely wash behind my ears.

I don’t tell my husband that I often get a foot massage at a reflexology spa so that he won’t have an excuse to not give me my near-nightly foot rubs.

I want to have at least one lesbian experience before I settle down.

My AirPods are always covered in earwax no matter how much I try to clean them. A shameful level of dirty. I want to replace them but can’t afford to.

I’m doing dry January but I drank this weekend. Won’t be telling anyone but this confessional.

The last time I had sex with my wife, Obama was President. Feels unlikely that the second Trump administration will be better for my (lack of) sex life, but one never knows. Yes, it sucks.

I got my husband a bidet/heated toilet seat for Christmas. It was time for my normal post coffee AM BM and I felt the toilet seat heat up beyond a normal temperature. Annoyed, I tried to turn the heat down- but instead sprayed myself mid poop and freaked out from the unexpected stream of water spraying me and fell off the toilet and pooped on the floor. I screamed and my husband and dog found me, hands down one of my most embarrassing moments. I’m also pregnant.

Pretty sure my crush on my coworker is proximity crush, but he’s cute so I still dabble in flirtation knowing it’s going nowhere.

I hate my friend’s child. I had to unfollow her because seeing pictures of the kid ruins my mood.

Drank too much and got into a political debate with my husband, decided to light his Elon Musk book on fire in our outdoor grill.

I think I’m finally ready to stop posting dog whistles for my ex…his new gf has terrible teeth. I’m good.

Using teams to shamelessly flirt with my work crush, hoping they pick up on the hints to make the first move, since I can’t as HR. Hoping it doesn’t bite me in the ass.

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