Sunday Confessions: 7-13-25
"I'm staying in the marriage for the beach house."
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.
Woke up at 5 a.m. this morning after having way-too-vivid of a dream. While I don’t love waking up that early, there’s something freeing about getting up that early and feeling incredibly accomplished by the time I sit down at my laptop to go through yesterday’s confessions.
Here they are.
I opened a bank account without my husband knowing. If his family can have secrets, so can I.
I wish I would’ve actually opened a bakery instead of being my PhD. PhDs joke about this, but I’m serious.
The only reason I got to yoga is to fill up my shampoo and conditioner bottles from the locker room.
I think I’ve finally read enough romance novels to convince me to try dating a single dad.
Boosted my Hinge profile and the only likes I got were from cougars.
Got braces, laser hair removal, my hair professionally colored, a fancy gym membership, and am starting Wegovy. Whoever says money can’t fix your insecurities is lying to you.
I miss Brat Summer.
I’m having an emotional affair with Audio Erotica. I can’t stop listening.
I made panzanella for the first time. When I put the lid on the bowl, the bowl slid and went into the floor, spilling the entire contents. I used a bench scraper and picked it all up and put it back in the bowl.
My husband has no idea I follow him on Find My. He’s phone illiterate and probably doesn’t even know it exists. He’s never given me a reason to not trust him and he’s always where he’s supposed to be…so why the secret? Whats wrong with me?
I’ve never used an eyelash curler because I am afraid I will sneeze in the middle of it and rip out my eyelashes.
Reading these every week somehow makes me feel a little bit less alone. We are all weird and battling our own demons.
While traveling around my birthday last week, I had the most mind blowing birthday sex. He lives halfway across the world. I haven't been able to stop thinking about him.
I use my vibrator when my fiancé is watching Star Wars in the other room sometimes. The thrill of getting caught is insanely satisfying.
I’m so jealous of my sister-in-law’s gorgeous beach house that I want to shove a piece of fish in the heat vent and let it fester there and smell terrible to make their Instagram-perfect life a little miserable.
The sexual tension with my colleague is stupidly intense. Every time we’re near each other I’m one lingering glance away from jumping him. Pretty sure he wants it too. Just need him to give me a reason to snog him.
I sometimes order nice outfits off of Amazon Luxury, wear them to an event, then return them within the 30 day window.
I go to the same gym as my situationship and I purposely go the same time as him just so we can fuck after. Not a bad deal honestly.
I’m annoyed my friend didn’t ask me for recommendations for some place I travel to often and is now complaining about having a bad time there.
Sitting in a coffee shop listening to two people on a super awkward date and I can’t be more relieved to be married and not have to do that anymore.
I still check my old job emails account. It brings me joy when I am accidentally included on a company wide thread and see it’s still a dumpster fire.
Part of me really enjoys the attention I get as the “hot spouse” amongst my partner’s friend group.
I have never cleaned my coffee pot.
getting stoned at the nail salon is my new hobby
Recently moved into a condo and I love looking across into other peoples apartments and making up little lives for them.
The Rosalia text font on Instagram is ugly and I hate it.
When my bf is asleep I go on his phone to subscribe to feminist content and men's fashion. Just trying to help his algorithm out a bit y'know.
I just want Caitlin Clark to be a lesbian so bad so I can’t stop thinking about it.
My only reason for working out is to be hotter than the person my ex cheated on me with.
I pretend to like watching the Tour de France but I’m just here for the chill vibes and Aperol spritzes.
I'm so sick of the dating apps that I'm seriously considering getting myself banned from them on purpose so they can't even be an option for me anymore.
I'm staying in the marriage for the beach house.
Rewatching Charmed and good grief, Andy could hit this any which way he liked.
I hate sexting, but I’m such a fucking people pleaser so I started using ChatGPT to respond to a guy who was sexting me this weekend.
I haven’t had sex in years. I’m in a 5+ year relationship.
I don’t think I’m superior to other people but I do feel better about myself that my I spend my nights reading and doing crosswords instead of watching TV.
The deportations are weighing heavily on me, and I’m frustrated we as a population aren’t doing more to combat it. I grew up learning we were a country of immigrants so to see the direction we’re going in is devastating. And it’s only getting worse. FUCK.
I was meant to have a date on Sunday evening. I shaved myself entirely and he canceled on me 30 min before we meet. I blocked him.
racing the port huron to mackinac sailboat race but i wish i was stoned on my couch watching love island
My company did a huge layoff last week of 70+ (I was part of it), but I found out the CEO is sleeping with the VP of marketing and they’re both married so honestly, that’s a gross company to be a part of anyway.
I never finished my wedding thank you cards. It’s been 3 years.
I hate how normalized Botox and lip filler are.
I can’t believe Wedding Crashers is 20 years old.
Making new friends as a guy in your 30s is weird. Do I have a platonic crush on a new friend? Is that even a thing?
Accidentally posted a photo of myself masturbating on my social media story. To the seven people who saw, you're so welcome.
I imagine her telling me how good I look in something when I buy clothing. We haven’t spoken in months.
Sometimes I’ll report a problem with my Amazon order, even thought it’s fine, so I get a refund. I don’t need the money but it gives me a thrill to fuck with Jeff Bezos in the small ways I can. I may not be able to totally quit Amazon but you’d better believe I’m going to use their automated customer service to my fullest advantage.
My ex boyfriend got married recently and his vows are word for word the exact same he wrote to me in a love letter. But I can’t tell anyone because that would be admitting I stalked his wedding photos and kept our old love letters.
I’m slightly worried because I haven’t used a condom in like 5 years. Idk if I have a good pullout game or I’m infertile.