Sunday Confessions: 3-9-25

"Realized I’m the third wheel friend like in White Lotus."

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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I finished reading Intermezzo by Sally Rooney last week. I didn’t love it — especially the ending — which is why it took me about five months to sporadically get through. But one thing stuck with me after reading it: that there’s a town in Ireland named Skerries. Ever since, all I can think about is how I need to book a trip and spend a Sunday Night in Skerries. Maybe I’ll just use it as the setting for some future fiction. Or maybe I’ll just book a trip for this summer and not overthink it.

Anyway, here are this week’s confessions.

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Going on a walk with friends and their dogs today. Our coffee cups are filled with mimosas, very light OJ.

My mom, who voted for Trump, wants me to explain to her why he’s friends with Elon.

I had my ex’s passwords to everything for years. Used it regularly to snoop on job rejections, relationship drama and whereabouts. We’ve reconnected and are now friends and I have no idea if he knows I did this.

I'm starting to suspect my husband has a side chick because he's started to do things in bed to me i have specifically told him I do not enjoy.

I’m so sick of my friends trying to be influencers.

My current hyper-fixation meal is avocado toast with a poached egg and I’m terrified of the day I’ll inevitably burnout on it.

Husband just started a GLP1 and I'm jealous he'll be hotter than me. I like his chubby dad bod.

I’m dating someone and found out I hooked up with his brother. We both kept the secret since then.

I think I’m in love with my long distance situationship.

IDGAF about the environmental aspect in the heat of my rage—I judge EVERY Tesla driver I see and give them internal side-eye.

I really like my coworker. Like really like him.

I ask all my yoga students to clean their mats after class. I don’t clean mine.

I really wish the sling bag/belt bag/fanny pack across the chest trend would die. It looks ridiculous and I definitely judge people who wear them.

I have a crazy amount of credit card debt and my husband has no idea.

If she told me she wanted me again, I’d leave my current partner.

Realized I’m the third wheel friend like in White Lotus.

Thought I can get away with not letting anyone know I’m pregnant until the 12 week mark…until my grandma announced she booked an Easter brunch with bottomless mimosas “because I know you love mimosas!” Might have to tell her a little earlier than planned.

My “low key” Friday night out consisted of me falling down a flight of stairs in the bar, throwing up in a sewer grate outside the bar, rallying, and then taking a stranger (too young for me) home. I’m 29.

My partner spits on cars that have Tr*mp bumper stickers.

I took a week of PTO and told everyone at the office I was going camping and would be fully offline. I actually spent the week on my couch binge watching reality tv.

I’ve been sleeping with my work crush. He’s 12 years younger than me. He wants to openly date, but I like the secrecy more. I think it makes the sex better, and I’m scared I’ll lose interest once everyone knows.

New crush asked me who I voted for, and I lied because I knew he wouldn’t like my answer. It was white lotus episode 3 moment for sure…. why are people asking this question still and being fucking pissed?

I recently got a breast lift and the hardest part of my recovery is not showing absolutely everyone I know.

All of the imposter syndrome and worried it’s valid.

Went on trip with friends, forgot deodorant, used deodorants from toiletry bags left in bathroom.

If I’m single for the rest of my life, I’m totally ok with that. I just hope to have mind-blowing sex at least once a year until I die. I’m 38.

I think Rick from White Lotus Thailand is hot as f*ck. I want to sit on his face.

My neck hurts because of the choking I requested this weekend. I hope it doesn’t bruise.

I used to think smoking weed in my free time as a teacher was morally wrong—then I met other teachers. Turns out, we’re all high off the clock.

I have an entire collection saved on Zillow that I compiled while fantasizing about leaving my husband.

I meant to send a screenshot of a text complaining about my boss… and accidentally sent it to my boss instead.

I’m 31 and I’m considering starting a casual fling with a 55 year old woman.

Sometimes when I’m mad at my husband I leave on every light in the house all day since he pays the electric bill.

I have spent all weekend in bed. Shower and put on clean pjs. Just wake bake, rinse, and repeat.

Watching Severance is the only thing getting me through the current state of the world.

I join Teams meetings by myself so people don’t bug me and it looks like I’m busy when I’m really running errands.

I saw a photo of Steve Bannon wearing a Barbour jacket and now I’m pissed that I can’t wear mine.

I put a bag of dog poop on the doorstep of someone in my townhouse community who NEVER picks his dog poop up.

I’ve been using TouchTunes to play gay and feminist anthems in conservative areas. Hope they enjoyed “Born This Way” “You Need to Calm Down” “Labour” and “WAP” last night at the VFW in Lebanon, Missouri!

Told a guy I’m seeing I was really athletic, we played baseball with a group and now I have a black eye.

I can’t stop reading Dramione fan fiction. Holy fuck it’s good.

Mentally punching everyone complaining about Daylight Savings. Grow up.

My husband and I collectively earn about $450k a year, and the only shoes he wears are the $6 Temu version of Hey Dudes, and I think it’s super hot that he doesn’t give af, but occasionally I wished he cared a little bit more.

Got over served at the bar I was at with a guy I recently started dating. Walked out and fell into the plant outside. He caught me. I stood up. Told him to fuck off and took off running.

In love with my boss even though he is straight and married with wife and kids.

Paid a pretty penny to change my flight to the “early flight” so I didn’t have to spend more time with the people I was with over the weekend.

Friend held my hair as I threw up during her engagement party.

I licked the spoon on more than one occasion when I was making bread that I gifted to other people.

Got railed in a target parking lot this weekend. Not sure if that’s a win or something I should be ashamed of. I’m taking it as a win.

I signed a 14 month lease without seeing the apartment in person. The virtual tour seemed fantastic, but when I arrived, I discovered I had moved into a wheelchair-accessible unit, which I did not need. I spent the weekend unpacking and crying!

I take mushrooms and watch EDM sets in my basement surrounded by my kids’ stuffed animals.

if the hot bartender at wood ranch in calabasas happens to follow this: i was hitting on you.

Editor’s Note: lmao.

I read the nyc parents subreddit specifically to enjoy watching the social climbers panic in public about insane private schools for 4 year olds.

I schedule send emails Sunday night so it looks like I start early on Mondays.

My ex looks like a Culkin brother and I need awards season to be OVER.

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