“got drunk and spilled my guts. the listener (and subject of the gut-spilling) was wide eyed, speechless and has since forwarded his phone to an unidentified number. my hungover and confused, obsessive calling because i was getting a weird answer machine, has only exponentially increased my shamover.”
- submitted by “in (desperate) need of a muzzle”
“After I got my heart broken by my ex, I would get drunk most nights for a couple months, I then called him, messaged him, or otherwise contacted him and verbally assaulted the shit out of him for hurting me so bad. I secretly still love him.”
- submitted by “dissillusioned drunkard”
“I slept with him just after I broke up with her. I’m still in love with her, and he was just convenient. He calls me too much.”
- submitted by “akk”
“the past year has been the craziest of my life and during that time I have been using an empty office at my work to make personal phone calls when I need privacy. I have had some of the most painful, explosive, intimate, raw conversations of my life in that room. today I found out that the guy in the next office can hear everything I say clear as a bell through the fucking heating vent.“
- submitted by “officeshame“