Sunday Confessions: 11-10-24

"My 66-year-old dad goes out more than I do."

I’m blushing right now because I just went through all 228 of yesterday’s confession on a plane where people definitely have a clear view of my laptop. I know the font is too small for anyone to actually read things, but some of this week’s confessions were spicy enough that I will got worried.

Well, anyway, here are this week’s confessions.

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Grateful my dog got diarrhea so I had a legit excuse to cancel plans this weekend.

Coworker I'm infatuated with is getting married this week. Can't help thinking it could have been us if I'd gotten this job sooner.

My 66-year-old dad goes out more than I do.

I’ve been celibate for over a decade. I'm at the point where I think I’m never going to have sex. I’m in my mid 30s.

I am emotionally and physically over men lying about their height on dating apps.

People actually are treating me better because I lost the weight.

In the process of interviewing for a different job. I need to figure out a way to find four job references for my current job without my boss finding out that I’m interviewing for other jobs.

Yesterday I smashed picture frames out of anger. I should have taken a walk. But it sure as hell felt good to break something after this week.

Being a therapist is really lonely.

A coworker that I don’t particularly care for was behind me as I made my way to the elevator. I coughed loudly and pretended to sneeze in the hopes that they would rethink riding with me. It worked.

A tale as old as time, but I hate my in-laws.

I made a fake dog Instagram account to go creep and watch my boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend and all her friend’s Instagram stories.

New house. Hot dad neighbor. I took the dogs out one night in the dark. Saw said hot neighbor showering through the window. Watched the whole thing.

I make six figures but suck at budgeting and am concerned daily about being poor.

Decorated for Christmas this weekend, just to feel something other than utter devastation for the next 4 years.

Built a house last year. Secretly, I was much happier and at peace paying rent!

I’ve been have zero luck on Raya so I’m now just using it to find new music from peoples profile songs.

I’m really over everyone’s political posts. Both sides are idiots.

I came out as bisexual but I think I might be straight. My friend group is very queer and it would be so embarrassing if I told them I am straight.

I want to go no contact with my dad but I don’t want to lose my inheritance, so I just keep acting like I don’t hate his guts.

30 weeks pregnant and still miss smoking weed everyday.

I scroll way too much during working hours but I’m a project manager so who really cares?

I still want to tie my ex to her bed frame and edge her till she almost cries.

Ditched my rubbish job to go freelance. They’ve been calling and message everyday to work things out that they said they’re all set on, so I’ve ignored the calls and deleted the messages.

I truly dislike my mother-in-law so much. My kids deserve a better grandma.

Someone who I thought was my friend blocked me from seeing her instagram stories. I only found out because she didn’t block my other account we follow each other from.

I think the guy I’m seeing only wants to date so that he can do butt stuff with me.

The guy I was sleeping with stole my Ozempic.

I hate making out. I’d rather just have sex without the kissing.

I don’t care that he’s toxic, it only makes me want him more.

My partner’s nephew came to visit and I realized I hate kids. Like a lot. And now he’s talking about wanting them.

I’m a divorced 47-year-old woman and I had a hot rebound make out with a 28-year-old guy. Stella got her groove back.

I’ve been sober for 2 years and everyone thinks it’s so hard for me but I’m so relieved I never have to drink and embarrass myself again.

For our Friendsgiving, I brought homemade baked mac and cheese (homemade secretly meaning bought frozen from the grocery store).

I left a candle burning before going out for the night.

It’s bullshit how companies only give you three days of bereavement for the death of a family member. Losing someone is a life altering event.

I’ve come to the realization that I cannot be a feral club rat on the weekends anymore and that makes me sad.

Attended a tennis tournament this weekend and hearing all the grunts/groans from the players aroused me.

I am 52 and still steal shit from the supermarket.

I brought my vibrator home with me from college, and I walked into my childhood bedroom to find our family dog chewing on it.

i am so sick of america

Moved to a new place. Showered many times before I realized the large window in the shower is not that opaque. Actually, pretty transparent when it’s dark out. You can see shapes and colors.

I have a fat crush on my step cousin.

I am absolutely spiraling thinking about the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Told my boss I’m actively looking for a new job. Traveling with them ALL WEEK.

After doing Dry January this year, I realized I felt a million times better with no alcohol in my system at all. I never considered that I had a problem, but now that I don’t drink hardly ever, I realized that when it starts, I can’t stop. I hate myself the next day, sometimes even the next few. I question my worth, my success, how good of a mom and wife I am every time. I could go forever never opening a bottle again. But in a family of drinkers, when the bottle is opened, I’ll always find the bottom. Now what?

Having a queso tasting, got too excited and swallowed without chewing. Heading to bed with a tortilla chip lodged in my throat.

i’m a month out from graduating from university and i’m so scared about what i’m supposed to do next

Spent Sunday with my miserable friend just to make myself feel better about my own crappy life.

I don’t want my boyfriend to come home from his work trip tomorrow.

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