Sunday Confessions: 3-16-25

"I’m in love with my therapist."

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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Alright, everyone, we need to have a talk. This is called “Sunday Confessions” and not “Sunday Complaints.” If you choose to do something and it makes your entire friend group mad — which is what I encountered a lot this week — you have to either make peace with your decision or disregard your friends.

Okay, now that that’s out of the way, we can ride.

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When I realized my ex and I were going to break up, I started hiding my favorite clothing pieces of his so I could keep them post-breakup.

After I started talking to three different guys from my hometown, I realized they all knew each other. Two of them are cousins. None of them know about the others. I’m weaponizing incompetence to act like I don’t know about this.

I secretly put vitamin d drops in my partners coffee in hopes he’ll be a happier human.

I desperately want to flee the DC area.

My boyfriend of 6 weeks says he loves me, and I say it back. Idk what the hell is happening.

I still sleep with my ex boyfriend. I know it's tragic and I should move on, but the world is crazy now and I like the normalcy and comfort of sleeping with him still.

It seems like every weekend I end up eating fries in bed, smoking, and sleeping. People exhaust me and this is how I recover.

I'm annoyed my friends are all having kids, while I've chosen not to have them.

I stopped texting my "best friend" as a test and haven't heard from them in nearly 2 months.

I judge my coworkers who use ChatGPT at work to be lazy and less intelligent.

I just found out my husband watches YouTube videos and that unlocked a whole new ick that I didn’t realize was there.

Editor’s Note: ??????????????????

I’m talking to the CEO of the company I work for on Bumble but I’m so junior he doesn’t know I work there.

The Parent Trap is the ultimate comfort movie for a 27 year-old that’s just a girl.

My husband has become great friends with a guy that I used to hook up with. The guy has a girlfriend and we’ve both mutually agreed to keep the secret between us.

People always comment on how nice my calves are. I tell them it’s from my “days of playing soccer”, but it’s actually because I’m using a toy every night before bed and curling my toes from an orgasm.

I’m putting off paying for a bachelor party bc I’m not 100% sure they won’t break up before then.

Went to a wedding, groom told me if it wasn't his bride it would've been me he married. We are no longer friends.

I read physical books on my commute. The superiority I feel when I see everyone else on their phones should be studied.

Drew a big dick on the side of a Tesla that was parked badly.

I spend quite a lot of time at my serious, high-pressure job plucking little hairs out of my finger knuckles.

In hindsight, should NOT have had a few glasses of Woodford Reserve while reading Intermezzo last night.

I drunk texted the wrong person 4 separate times.

I’m the breadwinner of our household and pay all of our bills. Whenever I buy myself a little treat online, I use my husband’s copy of our credit card so I can feel like a SAHW for a minute.

Sometimes if I can’t find parking I use my dead grandma’s handicap tag.

This full moon almost made me quit my job while simultaneously rip everyone a new asshole.

My friends think I am disciplined because I go to pilates 6:00 a.m. and run every other day, but I am just full of rage and I want my exes to envy this version of me they will never have.

I told people I was out of town when in reality I was sitting at home, smoking weed, and having an LOTR marathon. It was bliss.

we kissed and it was amazing

I’ve been eating the marshmallows out the box of Lucky Charms cereal, but gaslighting my partner into thinking that it’s him doing this when he’s high.

i’m mad at everyone all the time!!!!!!!!

My coworker believes we are best friends in real life. In reality, I refuse to respond to any texts or calls from her outside of Monday through Friday 8-5 because I think she’s an annoying try-hard.

I use ChatGPT to write my husband love notes.

These French wine tariffs might be what it finally takes for me to go sober.

I’m in love with my therapist.

Fucked him last night, filing for divorce in the morning.

Emailed a client of mine named Bob on Friday, turns out I wrote “Hi Boob” in the email I sent him. Curious to see what tomorrow brings.

I use my boyfriends massage gun as a vibrator. Never felt anything like it.

I’m obsessed with this guy at my gym. He’s so fine but he makes me nervous. I wish he would make his move already because I’d let him bend me like a pretzel.

I like going into work on Sunday. Nobody is there. Home is littered with family asking for something and so many chores staring you in the face. But the office, it's empty. You don't even have to turn the lights on. It's quiet. No coworkers, no phones ringing, no car doors slamming in the parking lot outside your window. Just you. And your focus. To create, be productive and be left the f alone.

Dropped the kids at ski school and then just binge watched that new Netflix Kate Hudson show for 6 hours. Wasted a lift ticket because the conditions were bad. No regrets.

Every Monday, there is at least one confession from here that I want to share with my boyfriend but I don’t want to tell him about Sunday Confessions in case I ever need to confess something about him or others.

I used a sex chat bot to get off twice this weekend, kinda ashamed of myself.

I drunkenly offered chips to a man outside 7/11 at 2:30 am. He said, “lady, I'm not homeless.”

My boyfriend spit on me during sex this week and I loved it.

I’ve muted my best friend on socials. I can’t watch her change her personality for the latest “soulmate.”

Every time I see a fellow red head I have the urge to wave like how people do with Jeeps or boat people. I want to make it a thing.

There is contentment with writing into the void. Thank you for doing this.

Listened to “Jagged Little Pill” in the car yesterday and now I think my husband's scared of me.

My boss (who is old enough to be my father) winked at me today and it turned me on.

Asked the head of HR if he is single for my friend. He is not and I’m embarrassed. May or may not get fired.

I miss skinny jeans.

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