Secret Confessions thread 2

[ThePoorWeeDonkey]

I missed the boat on the first thread and really needed to get this off my chest. Apologies to original op.

I resent my dad for not dying instead of my mother. I absolutely adored her and now just feel negatively towards my father for being the one I'm left with. All of my other siblings/wider family adore him so I have never told anyone this irl, not even my DP.
I know it's disgusting but I'm hoping once my loss is not as fresh I will start to feel differently.

Is there ever an unexpected item in the bagging area?

No judgement- how do you manage to keep it a secret? How do you meet without anyone knowing? Just intrigued. Potentially taking notes
Remarkably easily. He lives on his own and I live with just my DC so we meet up when my DC are at xH. I'm not particularly close to my neighbours.
It's also not really the kind of thing that comes up naturally in conversation.

I love picking/eating stuff on my body. Bogeys, dandruff (and husband’s dandruff), scabs, sleepy dust, bellybutton fluff, spot-pickings and cuticles 🙈When we watch TV I’ll just pick at his scalp….

I sometimes cheat at Wordle

I wiped my exH toothbrush round the rim of the toilet. Our split was brutal, he deserved it.

Sometimes I hide Tiramisu and other treats in the vegetable drawer in the fridge because 'dp' never makes a salad and never preps the veg.

Do you also use both sides of the toilet paper?

I once offered my exMIL a glass of wine and she accepted saying “anything but Chardonnay”

I asked if Chablis would be okay and she said yes.

It’s just a shame I’ll not be there to see the look on her face if she ever discovers that Chablis is made from Chardonnay grapes.

I know it’s very petty but it still makes me smile

*do I win most middle class confession?

I sometimes pretend I have no signal or my dc want something so I don't have to have mindless conversations on the phone with him or anyone. I hate the phone.
I tell white lies to get out of things or to get things. Some times I complain about things just to get my money back or free things even if everything is fine.
Every week on my Asda shopping on the app I say that some food has a short date or is rubbish quality so I can get it for free. Could this be stealing or being jus dishonest either way I'm going to hell.
Can you tell I'm broke ?🤣
I also can't stand some of my family members and wonder when I can permanently erase them from my life without having to keep the peace. 🙄

Oh and i also hate/jealous of dp ex. The mother of his child that I made a fake Instagram account and watched her for a about a year until she must of had a clear out and deleted me 🙄
Compared myself to her all the time! & still do !

My SIL. She claims my brothers wealth is her own (he made it through hard work before he even met her) and insists he buys her top of the range cars and a large house. She treats his teenage DD like shit and my niece will not tell her dad incase it starts a row as she feels guilty going off to uni leaving him alone. She is desperate for children of their own, despite him being in his 50s now as she wants everything left to her child and not her stepchild. I'm so glad she cannot conceive as I know she would use the child to force my niece out. My brother doesn't want more children in his 50s, he's winding down his job and starting to go on more holidays and live his life. She is horrible to my niece but then has planned "family holidays" on my nieces last birthday and christmas just so niece cant see her mother. When niece declined to go all hell broke loose and SIL called her ungrateful as it was booked and paid for and tried to ban her from the house. Horrible woman.

You're not alone. Would be very happy to have 24 hours to do what I want with a guy who I am 99% sure would also reciprocate it if there were no consequences. I love my DP so much but if I could have the chance for what I know would be a very dirty shag, then I would! Of course, there would have to be no fallout, consequences or guilt eating me up inside, so for that reason I would never go there.

Lots of people feel like this 'the wrong parent died'

@kissdafunk that's exactly it. The consequences would just be unthinkable. But jeez what I wouldn't give!!!!!!!

Please would you consider calling your GP? You don't have to live with this level of anxiety, it is treatable.

I have the most annoying NDN. Somedays I fantasise about turning him into a human version of a pinata.

Same as fuzzywat on the last thread, I can't stand children or dogs.

My best friend's elderly dog was put to sleep this week and I was glad, I hated visiting his place as the dog was constantly in your face and stank, even when freshly washed.

Less than 24 hours later and he's already talking about getting a puppy.
And he's willing to spend £1.5K on one from a breeder, won't even entertain getting a rescue dog as 'you don't know what you are going to get'.

When I graduated I had to move at little notice to start a new job in London. I ended up joining a house share that was quite close to work but I regretted not doing more due diligence on the my new housemates as they were to a person utter arseholes. I was pretty much blanked when I moved in, food nicked, personal possessions taken when I was out and generally I was pretty miserable. They were not interested in making friends, just wanted someone to fill the empty room and pay rent. It slowly escalated to outright bullying and thankfully I managed to find another really nice flatshare and handed in my notice. Before I left I bought a large tub of Flora, turned it upside down, removed the carton and scraped out a cavity before shitting in it, replacing all the packaging and popping it in the fridge. I spent my last week watching them help themselves to it, getting closer to the horror at the bottom. I left without saying goodbye smug in the knowledge they were literally eating my shit.

Totally get this. When I have these thought patterns I know it’s time to go back to the Doctor. You can get help that works x

I'd rather the dogs be in my bed instead of my husband. He doesn't mind them being there but they leave when he arrives.

I once considered reporting someone to social services re child safety when they actually had done nothing to warrant it. The reason was that they turned a blind eye to the abuse I had received as a child and sided with my abuser when I brought it to light.

I had fantasies of anonymously reporting concerns so that social services would visit and the neighbours etc would know - I wanted suspicion to fall on him. I didnt in the end though as it would have hurt his children who were innocent and just had the bad luck of having him as a father.

I hate the NDNs who are renting next door with their constant parties and fantasise about one of them dying or letting their/their guests tyres down.

My DB's IL's (his SIL, so his wife's DB's family) grind my gears. Forever posting on the family Whatsapp group and loads of photos where a lot of them are the same. They're nice enough but the DW in particular really seems to have a need to document her and her DCs lives and competitively posts when SIL or DB do on the rare occasion post pics of themselves and their DS!

I can't stand travelling, and have no interest in 'adventures'. Not much of a confession except that otherwise I'm a proper hippy, half of my friendship group have converted vans and do the van life thing, take sabbaticals from work to ravel around India/Thailand or do TEFL work. I think most of my peers assume that at some point I have been backpacking or similar. The truth is I'm from a very working class background where a holiday to centerparcs was considered exotic, didn't go abroad until I was 25 and though I've enjoyed holidays since, my anxieties/risk averse nature means that a trip to Spain is enough for me!
I know it's nothing to feel ashamed of but it seems to be a given that we're all just waiting to take a rickety long distance train on another continent to get to somewhere with a remote waterfall, and I'm happier taking a dip at my local leisure centre 😁

I nicked boxes of pens from school when I was 8 years old. I'd hide them on the school grounds, then go back in the evening and get them.

That sounds awful!

A few years ago, yes I'm ashamed of this. My then best friend shared a flat with two other women, one was normal but one was slightly older than them and a bit psycho. There was an incident where apparently she burned my best friend with an iron and other arguments. When she decided to move out for some reason me and another best friend and my best friend decided to key her car. We really went to town on it and as they lived in a flat on a council estate the other flatmate thought it was kids. It was quite malicious.