I saw your new family photo online today. You look happy, and for the first time in ten years, it didn't hurt.

My childhood treehouse finally collapsed last winter, and it felt like the last physical anchor of my youth was gone.

My husband’s brother tried to hit on me at a bar when he was wasted and didn’t recognize me from behind. I took a video of the whole interaction.

My boyfriend thinks I lost my passions and hobbies. The truth is I spend 4 hours a day secretly running a lucrative reseller business under a fake alias.

I follow your dog on Instagram just to check if you are still single based on who is holding the leash in your photos.

My parents told everyone my sister won a prestigious academic award, but she actually cheated on the final exam.

I know your exact commute schedule by heart and pretend to check my mail whenever your car passes my house.

I told my cat he had to pay rent in mouse catches, and he stared at me blankly before demanding wet food.

I created a fake Spotify playlist just to have an excuse to ask you what music you listen to while working.

I feel like I am failing at every single aspect of adulthood, but everyone else thinks I am doing great.

Our company's biggest client is leaving us next month, but leadership is keeping it a secret until after bonuses are paid.

I wrote a story about you in secret but deleted it before I ever showed it to you.

I never told anyone that I wanted to be with my best friend because it would destroy our friendship forever.

My ex dumped me via text right before my promotion party. I anonymously leaked his private tax evasion spreadsheets to his company’s corporate legal team.

I convinced my husband to get a vasectomy after our second child, but I secretly had my eggs frozen six months before without telling a single soul.