Sunday Confessions: 5-5-24

"I think my friend’s art is really bad. Like really really bad."

There’s always been a contingent of people who believe the Monday after Super Bowl Sunday is the worst Monday of the year, which is something I refuse to believe because going too hard during the Super Bowl is amateur hour. This past weekend, we had the dangerous cocktail of The Kentucky Derby rolling straight into Cinco de Mayo and I haven’t heard any complaining in this week’s confessions.

Are we growing up? Maybe. Did everyone confess before any margaritas set in? Also maybe.

Let’s roll.

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Quit my job and haven’t told my wife yet. It’s been a week.

I’ve spent the whole weekend with my mum that’s been visiting. I can’t stand her.

I’ve been trying for over a year to get a job elsewhere to get out of this dysfunction, be paid what I’m worth and finally get growth toward leadership, but my partner just said “if you want to quit and volunteer at places you care about, I support that as long as you’re happy” and I hate the part of myself that is deeply tempted by that option.

I blew at least a grand shopping and now am seriously freaking how I’m going to pay for everything.

my husband cheated on me and i found out a few weeks ago. i always thought cheating was an automatic dealbreaker. you cheat, i'm out. but after a few knockdown drag out fights, i've realized i don't want to blow up our marriage. weirdly, the whole thing has brought us closer. life isn't nearly as neat as we were all led to believe.

The guy I’ve been dating off and on since middle school is now dating someone. We still talk. I’m praying they break up. (I’m trying to break them up.)

Nothing makes me feel better than reading about all the people in unhappy marriages in these confessions. I look forward to it every week.

I don’t know how to tell my husband I want him to lose weight.

Went on a girls' trip and had one of those incredible nights that I just didn't want to end. Danced, sang karaoke and wound up chatting with a married guy from Ireland who charmed the shit out of me, paid for all our drinks, and ended the night by whispering "you are so hot" in my ear. I am 39 and happily married but being called "hot" by a complete stranger with a sexy accent has kind of thrown me off ever since I got home. It gets worse because I've spent most of my downtime searching for him and his friends on socials. I need to shake this off.

I absolutely hate my job and have no clue what I am doing with my life.

Sometimes I wish we were less practical with our finances. Tomorrow’s never promised and I want to live life to the fullest, even if that means putting a few things on credit.

I like Chili’s.

I’m smart but I can’t stop fucking thinking about my ex and how he wronged me and I need to stop letting it ruin every day.

I’m so irritated that my old friend group decided to drop me for the girl that makes everyone cry constantly all because I stood up for myself finally and stopped dealing with it. I wish more people had a back bone and I also hope she falls in a hole and dies.

My MOH had her bachelorette this weekend and I wasn’t invited. Guess that friendship’s over. Yay adulthood.

I'm worried that I'm becoming too controlling of my boyfriend. Being a woman trying to advance in the workplace has made me more callous, and I hate that some of my softness has disappeared.

My MIL is such a controlling narcissist and insists on trying to make me (and other WAGs) the “bad guys”. It absolutely breaks my heart, all I wanted was a loving family. Sometimes I wish she’d die because she’s a total cancer.

I’m pre-planning to call in sick a day early ahead of the weekend this week because I just can’t do it much longer.

Slept with two guys this weekend while crying over someone else. Gross.

Had unprotected sex last night, trying to conceive but still not sure I'm ready to get pregnant and have a kid. I'm 35.

Even though I love the benefits my job provides for me and my family, I hate working there. Majority of the people are racist and sexist, but I’m not in the best financial position to quit…but we’ll see how the next year goes.

I was at a bachelorette party this weekend and accidentally pooped on the floor. One of the girls went in after and found it. I didn’t know how to confess so I said it wasn’t me.

I have an unhealthy amount of bitterness towards influencers who get invited to events like the Miami Grand Prix but have no appreciation or knowledge of the sport. Like it pains me.

need time to do what I really like that it is gardening

I hugged the boy I’ve been snapchatting for weeks and whispered “ur weird” in his ear.

My fiancé has a huge extended family and after going through wedding planning, I’m afraid I’m going to be forced to invite his mom’s cousins’ kids to every event for the rest of my life.

I got laid off from my job and it broke my brain in a very embarrassing way.

Decided to have a dry weekend to stem the onslaught of adult hangovers. Ended up with food poisoning.

My situationship is in another country visiting his other situationship. My ennui overflows.

One of my direct reports just put a meeting on my calendar for tomorrow. I hope she is quitting so I can stop attempting to ment or her. Tempted to move it up in the day.

My friend is way too drama gossip for me and I truly don’t know how to separate myself because our husbands are such good friends.

My husband is a social butterfly. I hate how we go out every weekend and stay out late. It’s exhausting and I’m always exhausted, but I feel bad not going because we don’t have much time together during the week due to work.

I low key enjoy being the hottest female in my coed friends group. I love the fact all the guys in the group would 100% sleep with me if given a chance.

My long term boyfriend has wanted me to move in for a while and he thinks I will this fall. He doesn’t know it but I resigned my lease this week and it runs through October of next year.

I’ve been relating a little too much to Sylvia Plath’s work lately. Don’t know if that should be a sign…

I'm worried I'm becoming an alchololic. Recently I've been making just stupid "back in college" level decisions with drinking. I keep putting myself on drinking bans, breaking them, and making more stupid decisions. Idk what's going on, but it's embarrassing.

I’m moving to a different city (same state) and not telling work that I’ll be fly commuting the two days a week I’m in the office.

I miss the person I used to be and it crushes me because I don’t think I’ll ever be able to find that energy again.

I think my friend’s art is really bad. Like really really bad.

i’ve been contemplating faking my own death and disappearing. it started as an escapist fantasy but i’m beginning to see it as a valid option.

I dated my boss for a year and a half.

my situationships brother in law tried sleeping with me while his wife was at stagecoach (we’re all in the same friend group)

Married, 2 kids. Spent the weekend on Tinder sharing my boudoir photos and talking dirty. Potentially meeting up with two guys.. husband is into it.

Randomly taking 2 weeks of PTO starting tomorrow because I’m going to quit my job soon and they don’t let you cash it in when you leave the company. Plan on taking another week off at the end of the month.

Have a Monday, everyone.

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