The confessional wall · Seven sins · One dollar
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After nine years of being ignored by my husband, I had a few affairs just to feel something again. Eventually he did find out, and when confronted, I looked him in the eye and lied without flinching. I wanted to divorce him without carrying the guilt of what I’d done. He had never treated me well, and nothing I did ever seemed to be enough for him. At the ti…
My roommate's cat had been throwing up and losing weight for over a month. Every time I brought it up, she brushed it off, saying he just had hairballs and that vet visits were too expensive. Last Tuesday, while she was out, the cat started breathing with his mouth open, hiding behind the toilet. I knew something was seriously wrong. The clinic is a four-min…
This is about pride and stubbornness. Six months ago, I noticed my father slurring his words and struggling to grip his coffee mug during Sunday dinner. My mother got frantic and wanted to call an ambulance, but I shut her down. I’m a senior triage nurse; I pride myself on being the rational, unflappable medical authority of the family, and I refused to let…
My wife and I have been struggling financially for months, cutting every expense down to the bone and living off rice, beans, and whatever was on clearance so we could keep up with the rent. She skipped lunches at work, bringing small snacks just to make groceries stretch. Every Thursday, under the excuse of working a late overtime shift that didn't exist, I…
This is about lust and remorse. I was the maid of honor on my friend's wedding. We were all staying in the same hotel. Like around 1 Am on the night before the wedding ceremony, the groom came to my hotel room. I knew him from before and he has always been on the joke/flirt side. He came and told me he was second-guessing everything, panicked. I'm not sure h…
I told myself it didn't count because we never slept together. Just messages. Just one coffee that ran three hours. Just the way he looked at me like I was new again. I've been married twelve years. My husband trusts me completely. I deleted the thread, changed my password, and acted normal at dinner. But I keep checking if he wrote again. I hate who I becom…
I said I was happy for my friend when she got engaged. I wasn't. I smiled at the dinner, asked about the ring, even offered to help with the wedding list. The whole time I kept thinking: why her and not me? We've been friends since college. She knows I'm struggling. She still posted the photos like nothing hurt. I hate that I feel this way. I hate that I che…
I said things to my partner last night that I cannot unsay. I was drunk and angry and I wanted to hurt them where it would stick. I am not proud of it. I keep replaying their face when I went too far.