Sunday Confessions: 8-11-24
"I’m not emotionally ready for the Olympics to end."
Two nights in Vegas. One early morning Sunday flight where I spent the first half of it playing Strands and the second half of it finishing Hit Man which ended up being totally fine. The girl next to me was passed out with headphones in listening to The Parent Trap (1998) before getting a nose bleed as we descended. And I have to say, she handled it better than I would.
This week’s Sunday Confessions are for her.
Went home with a coworker after a happy hour and the entire team saw us leave. Not gonna be a fun Monday.
I feel a lot of anger towards my “friends” who all missed wishing me a HBD this year even though I go out of my way for all of theirs
Sometimes I skip flossing.
Extremely happy for friends who are getting engaged and pregnant but hating the fact that we’ve now entered this level of adulthood.
Just found out I’m pregnant. I’m married with a great partner and career, but I am panicked!
I listened to the last Dead & Co livestream from my couch and cried during Brokedown Palace. What a run they gave us this summer. Forever grateful.
Editor’s Note: I might’ve teared up a little while there on Saturday night. “Ripple” closer didn’t help matters much either.
I’m not emotionally ready for the Olympics to end.
Learned that my long time best friend is extremely unsympathetic and got angry with me for stopping and helping a very drunk girl sitting on the sidewalk, alone, get into her apartment.
I’m tired of being the bigger person and taking the high road after a painful friendship breakup. You’re a selfish asshole and I hope someone hurts you like this one day.
Maternity leave is over on Tuesday. There’s a 50/50 chance of me going back or just not, even if my husband isn’t on board.
I might get fired from my job in the next month, and I actually hope it happens. I need a break.
The last 4 years of my 14 year relationship have been sexless.
My wife took a pregnancy test this morning and it was positive. Too soon to tell anyone so submitting here to get it off my chest!
Fired off a mean text to a guy who’s been bread crumbing me after a 3 marg dinner last night, woke up this morning to drink coffee on his porch outside with big “actually everything might be ok” vibes.
Lack of a romantic interest is killing me. I hate living in Maine.
Secretly hoping my brother and SIL get a divorce.
My dog pooped out a condom.
Didn’t know my toothbrush even had a 2 minute timer until I saw the confession last week.
Bartended a wedding last night for friends (not pro bartenders) and did a great job of not getting people trashed. But feeling guilty for slowly cutting people off without them knowing.
Hoping whoever packed up my order for pregnancy tests and condoms had a better laugh than me.
I told my summer situationship that I love him (I’m about to move 900 miles away).
I am surrounded by idiots.
My friends want to take a trip together next year but two of them are bringing their babies (under one) and I don’t want to spend the money to travel with babies. Am I a terrible person.
My friends all complain about their in laws and I always stay quiet because I love mine. Would give anything to be able to afford the house for sale on their street.
I submitted the “I never wash produce” confession last week and I’ve wanted to tell my husband so bad that I made it on the blog but he will be too mad at me that I don’t wash produce.
It’s never too late to late to learn a new skill. There is so much you still haven’t learned and so much of the world that still can be seen.
My office doesn’t know I know they’re hiring to replace me. Trying to get a new job as fast as I can to quit before I’m let go.
My husband and I befriended a neighbor couple. Turns out their relationship is on the rocks and they had a fight in front of us. The wife has been texting *my husband* off the group chat.
When a pregnancy scare in your mid 30s just confirms you don’t wanna raise a child with him.
On annual girls trip. The drama is drama-ing.
Was a bit bored this weekend... sent the same * extra spicy* text to current and past situationships and proceeded to ignore all their responses.
I’m a corporate lawyer (28) and I know I am supposed to care about my career, but all I truly want is to be a football WAG and live a glam life and never work again.
Ran into my ex at Trader Joe’s who I haven’t seen or heard from since I caught him dating and sleeping with other women for the duration we were together. He had the audacity to come up and give me a high five. Had to keep my cool bc he was with his kids. I then proceeded to buy 4 bottles of wine.
Former hookup slid into my DM’s and sent me a d*ck pic. I’ve been living with my bf for 4 years.
My work crush has been messaging me while I’m on vacation in Europe and it makes me way happier than it should.
Relaxing on the couch, slightly stoned, enjoying some classic movies with the perfect snack spread.
I wipe my feet off before getting into bed.
I feel bad for not caring about other peoples problems.
I’ve been hooking up with a director at my office… in the office… and his ex works in the office with us… and she’s my work bestie… help me.
I asked Chat GPT to rank the Sunday Scaries Instagram page. It gave you an 8.5/10, and I agree.
I’m falling in love with my Instagram crush.
I’m in love with my colleague, he is love with me. Where would we be if we met 15 years ago?
I feel terrible for saying this. We’ve had friends staying with us all week and I’m so happy they are leaving today.
Finally took a shower for the first time in 15 days.
New school year, new hot single dads.
I’ve been giving my phone number out like candy recently and for the most part, it’s been fun to talk to people but part of me feels guilty/kinda slutty? I’m very single and have been for about 2 years so I should be enjoying this, right?
I do home office most days of the week, so when I go out I have huge social anxiety and people got me sick.
i don’t know what i’m doing with my life and i don’t even care, but i’m lying to friends and family that i am looking for jobs just to comfort them