Sunday Confessions: 6-1-25

"Fell in love with a cougar I met this weekend."

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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Lately, I’ve been making an iced coffee for myself to bring to work. When I get here, I just let it sit on my desk forever before taking the first sip. I have no idea why my behavior has begun skewing this way but it’s something that needs to be remedied. No one deserves to drink 90-minute-old coffee.

Anyway, here are this week’s confessions.

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I lied to my husband about how bad he snores so sometimes I can make him take the couch and I have the whole bed to myself.

I still watch sex videos of my ex and I even though I’m with someone new.

I toted my Sunday Scaries sweatshirt around for 2 weeks in Italy just so that I could take a photo in it on a boat in Lake Como.

Fell in love with a cougar I met this weekend. I need her in my life.

My noise-cancelling headphones died in a moment when I really wanted to tune everything out, and it nearly sent me into a fit of rage.

I'm considering getting trap-tox (botox for my traps) because weightlifting has made them huge.

I’ve been super casually hooking up with a guy every summer for 6 years and I can’t stop fantasizing that one day he’ll wake up and realize I’m the love of his life and want to be in a relationship with me. It’s consuming my life and I just can’t get him out of my mind.

I still pick my nose (in private) because no Kleenex can do as good as job.

Secretly sleeping with my ex again (broke up 10 years ago) and am shocked to discover that I love how messy the whole situation feels.

I don’t like how my husband straightens up the couch and chair. I move it the way I like it every time he does it and I don’t tell him.

I breathed out really hard while driving to work the other day and watched a booger fly out of my nose and land perfectly on my dashboard.

I wash my face with bottled water.

Taking a friend out for a museum jaunt. We dated 20+ years ago. It’s making me question my life choices. Should I have ended up with him?

A famous premier league footballer offered me money to spend the night with him at the Barcelona Grand Prix.

A year and a half in a run club and I still don't feel like anyone's friend, I've gained weight, and now my hip just hurts more. Like what the fuck am I even doing with my life.

I’m making plans to quit my job to pursue writing fiction full-time.

I relish when my husband travels for work: watch what I want, cook what I love, walk around the house naked and get stoned.

My ex’s new girlfriend hates me and it gives me such satisfaction knowing that I live in her head rent free.

I lie to my boyfriend sometimes about my work travels/meetings so I can have alone time to do my girl things like mani/pedi.

I had a sex dream with one of the people from Love on the Spectrum and I hope I dream it again.

Went to the club, stomach felt funny. Had a massive blowout in the club bathroom.

I would do unspeakable things for an everything bagel from New York.

I’ve joined a walking group and I realised they are all girl in their 20s and early 30s and I’m pretending to be around the same age but really I’m turning40 in a few months. I’m young at heart and that’s all that matters.

Took a full shower with my bra still on. Only realized when I reached for the towel. If that’s not a cry for a vacation, I don’t know what is.

I want to sleep with him one more time just so I can steal his fish that he’s not taking care of properly.

Whenever I travel without my husband I always upgrade to first class.

Hooked up with this guy and recommended my fave sushi spot after. He said, 'raw fish freaks me out.' I saw red. Never been so turned off.

Stalked my work crush’s social media too hard and discovered he’s not as single as I thought — and he’s going to be a dad. Happy-ish for him, sad for me.

I finally created a FeetFinder account. I’m scared to promote it.

My pregnant friend acts like her new baby will just be another accessory for her Instagram aesthetic and I don’t know how much longer I can keep biting my tongue.

Am 32. Every day open phone to another, engagement, wedding, baby, dog, new house announcement. Wondering why I’m so far from any of these milestones.

Everyone around me does coke and it’s not helping my ‘weekends only’ rule.

I’m so delusional, I truly believe that if Drew Starkey met me, he would be into me. We have a lot in common, and I think he’d fit in with my family really well. I can’t tell anyone this because I know they’d think I’m crazy. But Drew — if you’re seeing this, hit me up, please.

The bachelorette trip ended in screaming and crying, and I just went to bed to avoid all of it. I just didn’t have it in me to console anyone.

I know he's cheating, but I'm going to hold out until we pay off our debt.

Found out that my parents have some type of account for me and I’ll be able to retire at 50 and that’s all I’ve been thinking about for the last few weeks.

i had to toot in hot yoga and it almost killed me to hold it in for an hour.

I never clean the lint trap in my dryer.

I didn’t brush my teeth last night, I’m on my way to joining the path of that one guy.

Just realized I’m the fringe friend. I don’t know whether to cry or scream.

I spent $60 on fancy laundry detergent today and I don’t regret it.

I like a handsome, soft-spoken, very thoughtful guy… he’s 1-2 inches shorter than me. Not sure if I still like him.

I’d rather read smut than have sex.

Got a facial. Esthetician said I “looked good for 28.”

My coworker is extremely condescending and I couldn’t understand why she acts like that towards me. A comment she made recently made me realize she thinks I am part of Gen Z. I now play along and act dumb, she practically does my job for me. I am 36.

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