Sunday Confessions: 4-6-25

"I absolutely loathe the way my husband washes the dishes."

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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Was it my favorite season of White Lotus? No. Did I think it was a bad season of White Lotus? Also no. Do I think it’s even worth having the conversation about whether it’s “good” or “bad” when we could just be talking about the storylines we actually enjoyed instead? Again, no.

And here are this week’s confessions.

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I wanted to go to the protests this weekend, but was scared I could lose my job if I was identified in a picture.

I broke my nose last week and the couple days that I spent looking slightly unattractive made me terrified of getting older.

It annoys me when my friend who works half the amount I do constantly complains about all the work she has to do.

The American Airlines gate agent is making way too many announcements. We get it. Two items allowed. Just stop.

I had nightmares all night about the amount of debt I am in.

Woke up and took the rest of my “happy” brownie with vanilla & milk to make a wake and bake shake. My morning was perfect.

I absolutely loathe the way my husband washes the dishes.

im genuinely embarrassed about how much of a lightweight i am that it makes me want to give up alcohol entirely

I’m still friends with my best friend’s ex-boyfriend.

When it comes to Italian pastries I prefer pasticciottis over cannolis. This would get my Italian-American card revoked in some social circles.

I hate when people use the term “rot” when referring to rest…you can rest and take time for yourself without being disgusting.

I would empty my 401k to see the Spice Girls if they ever went back on tour.

I always have to lie on Monday when I’m asked “what did you do this weekend?” Because how I decompress from the previous week is by having a gummy and reading monster smut.

I judge people who have destination weddings and invite 100+ people expecting them to come.

I am absolutely giddy with joy to see these deep losses in 401Ks and investments that these people can't afford to lose because we told you so, Mom.

One of my best friends is a heavy breather and it drives me crazy to the point of where I am starting to dislike being near her.

I started texting myself affirmations from my Google voice number whenever I need validation and it's been life changing.

I was hiking by myself on a popular exposed trail without many trees around when suddenly I had to shit so bad. I was maybe a mile and a half from the trailhead. I tried to ignore it and soldier on but it kept getting worse and with literally no privacy anywhere, I hightailed it back toward the start. At the final hill back up to where the bathroom was I couldn’t hold it anymore and shit my pants. Literally passing people coming down trail like have a great day and hoping they can’t smell my shit. Walk of shamed to my car for change of clothes and then to the bathroom to clean myself with napkins. Threw away those pants and underwear and drove away. I’m still too embarrassed to tell anyone IRL.

Just trying to get in my hot girl era but Nutella has made me it’s bitch.

I’m falling for a man that is the same height as me.

My friend and I read Sunday Confessions together on Monday and it's the best way to start the week.

We finally slept together. I am positively glowing.

I am about to leave a whole career to become a flight attendant. I am tired of 9-5 jobs, I want to live life.

I've been using my upstairs neighbor's laundry detergent all weekend while they've been out of town.

I am interested in going to a protest rally but I have no idea how to find out about them before they happen.

My husband and I make a very good combined salary and yet so many things feel unattainable. i just want a 4 bedroom house in a good school district that isn’t a bazillion dollars?

Spent hours watching paint mixing videos this weekend instead of unpacking my house. No regrets.

Announced my pregnancy at work and multiple coworkers including bosses boss asked if I was going to return to work after the baby is here. I lied and said I was. But in reality I plan to take my paid leave and then give my notice after my leave, sorry but not that sorry.

Hungover Sundays really make me the horniest version of myself. I be out here texting/snapchatting anybody.

we got too drunk and invited our uber driver to hangout with us by the pool. we ended up blacking out with her and bought her dinner.

actually panicking that white lotus is ending. sunday night shows give me joy ugh.

I'm seeing a guy I'm not completely in love with, but I'm sticking with it because he offers me financial freedom.

I’ve been stealing my best friend’s fuel points at the gas pump for years.

I distanced myself from my former best friend because my newer friend showed me the meaning of true friendship.

I’m all for body positivity and can’t stand body shaming, but on the flip side I hate being fat and could maybe use a little shaming to motivate me.

Pugs are terrible and people should stop buying them. I’ve never met a pug that seemed like it wasn’t struggling for life.

Close friend stayed at my place over the weekend for a house party. Woke up on Sunday with an unholy hangover and realising I’m falling hopelessly for her. The guest room now smells like her. Really just reinforces hangxiety.

My antidepressants make me sweat through my clothes.

I’m beginning to think the only things I have in common with my best friend are the shows we watch and podcasts we listen to.

I cannot stop freaking with house-jazz.

Somehow I ended up on the witchy/diy spell side of TikTok- I’m not mad at it. Might try a couple “spells.”

My job is relocating me to the same city my ex situationship lives in and I just know he thinks I’m moving to be close to him. I still want him back, I’m sick.

Was out of cell service for 3 days and now I realize how much time my phone and laptop take up. It’s awful.

I use my boyfriends’s massage gun as a vibrator and let me tell you, it is sensational. He doesn’t know.

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