Sunday Confessions: 5-25-25

"I would sell my soul to the devil to be an F1 wife."

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 considered sending these out yesterday, but my brain began telling me not to because that would technically be working on a national holiday — something I’ve criticized people for behind Sunday Scaries for years. But with too much extra time bestowed upon me due to a fairly devastating flight delay, well, here they are.

All of this week’s anonymous confessions —

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Met a guy at a bar last night. Brought him home. Cried in his arms over my situationship until he left.

I spent $275 to meet with an astrologer for one hour. It did more for me than 3 months of weekly therapy ever did.

I want to quit my corporate retail job and open a little bookshop, but I’m scared to ask for help.

Pissed off beyond belief that the former town druggie has a hot husband and a kid. I did everything right and I’m single and alone.

I never pay the $.10 bag charge at the Zara self checkout.

My bf thinks we are flying back home together, but I’m breaking up with him and on a separate flight.

I secretly love drinking out of single use water bottles.

Had a few too many. Green juice at 10am to come back to life. Barfed the juice at 11am. Was drinking mimosas at lunch, while once again planning to cut back on my drinking.

I realized I love him last night.

I take Prozac for anxiety and depression (game changer) and now I can’t stand being around negative people. Unfortunately this includes half of my friends.

I get a ridiculous ego boost when my pilates instructor uses me as an example of correct form. Even if I can only do like 30 seconds of the move in that perfect form.

My five-year plan is marrying rich.

Cleaning my ears (with a q-tip) after I shower is my kink. Literally 2 minutes of heaven.

Met a guy in Sicily on Bumble. Been having the hottest phone sex for the past three days. It’s taking all my willpower to not book a flight to spend the summer getting slutted out irl with him.

I think my boyfriend should go on Ozempic for his impulse control. He's thin, but eats like garbage.

I’m tired of talking about how lonely I feel to my therapist. I wonder if she’s tired of hearing it too.

I like when there is a "sheets" confession because it reminds me to do my laundry.

Texted my ex after too many espresso martinis. He never responded.

I thought I was doing a good deed by taking in a stray cat, and now my house is infested with fleas.

I like my friend’s friends more than I like my friend.

My husband just got back from visiting his brother for 10 days. I missed him, but I think I miss the tidy house I had while he was gone more.

I sugarcoat stories of my interactions to my therapist so that I sound better than I actually am.

My husband bought me a very expensive diamond necklace. It’s not my vibe. Feel awkward every time I wear it.

I often wear the same outfit to work two days in a row. I don’t think anyone notices.

I’ve reused passwords for nearly 2 decades.

I put breast milk in my husbands coffee because I was over his weak immune system and him always being “sick.” No sickness since I started 6 months ago.

Sleeping with two men, they don’t know it but they share me and also a toothbrush

The trip made it out of the group chat, but the group chat did NOT make it out of the trip.

I need more gay friends.

My friend sends me so many reels (that I don’t watch) that I had to restrict them on Instagram. I haven’t responded in years and yet I still get dozens of reels. Please stop.

I would sell my soul to the devil to be an F1 wife.

I love MDW because it’s one of the few times of the year it’s socially acceptable to eat baked beans in public.

I lied about having a kidney stone to get 2 weeks off of work. It was totally worth it.

Whenever I drunk text my ex, I know exactly what I’m doing.

Sometimes when I have food stuck in my teeth and no dental floss I’ll use my hair.

Your husband is gay. He’s gay. Sorry.

I’m convinced my wife just goes to the bathroom to hide from me and our son.

Had an ex boyfriend that left skid marks on my sheets every time he got out of bed naked.

I keep almost calling the person i’m sleeping with my ex’s name in bed. Worst part is, it’s not even my most recent ex’s name.

I made a joke about dildos and my husband did not laugh and now I think I need a new husband.

I bought myself a Dairy Queen ice cream cake and have been eating it for breakfast all week.

I’m chronically single (not by choice) and if I have to hear another story about my friends happy relationships I’m faking my death to live off grid.

We’ve been hosting family for 3 days and I’m ready to pull my hair out.

I hooked up with a female for the first time and I liked it. It felt natural and would consider another go around with her.

It's amazing what one extra day off can do for me. I can't wait until I can retire in 50 or 60 years.

I’m chatting to a girl that I know is way too tall for me because it’s great fun and she’s amazing. She doesn’t know I’m a short king because I didn’t disclose my height on the dating app.

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