I cry in the shower so my partner doesn't hear me breaking down over how stressed I am about our finances.

I caught my best friend’s husband kissing our tennis instructor behind the clubhouse lockers. I haven’t told her, but I did start using it to get the best court reservations.

I put my ex's phone number on a car dealership contact request page when they wouldn't return my jacket.

I want to reach out to you so badly, but I respect your boundaries too much to ruin your peace again.

I make up random questions to ask you during team meetings just to hear the sound of your voice.

I took an extended lunch break every single day for six months and nobody in management ever noticed or said anything.

I act like the funny one in the friend group, but I use humor as a shield to hide my crippling anxiety.

I saw you crying at the grocery store last week. I wanted to hug you, but I walked away instead.

I told my parents I was staying at a hotel during my divorce proceedings. I was actually sleeping on a couch in my office building for three weeks.

My neighbor boasts about her organic garden. I watched her through my kitchen window dumping store-bought vegetables out of plastic bags into her garden beds.

I told my cat he was adopted from royalty just to boost his self-esteem after he fell off the back of the sofa.

My mother-in-law gave me a locked box of my late father-in-law’s belongings. I picked the lock and found love letters written to my own mother from 1998.

I got my current job by exaggerating a minor hobby project into a full-scale corporate software deployment.

I told my kids that the ice cream truck playing music means they are completely sold out of ice cream.

I’m deeply in love with my daughter’s 24-year-old personal trainer. Every time he comes over to coach her, I find an excuse to bring out fresh lemonade.