When I was 15 I had a wonderful german shepherd named ilka, for only a few days. My mother gave her away and I didn't speak up because I did not know what to say. / At 30, I still lay in bed at night and cry thinking about that dog.
A Confession Bear post.
Your partner thinks you love her lasagne. You've eaten it on every birthday for eight years. You don't. It's far too late to say. You'll be eating it at your golden wedding. You have never seen Star Wars. You've nodded along to every reference since school. Admitting it now would be like admitting you can't read. In the lift at work you pretend to type a message so you don't have to talk to the man from accounts. He's doing the same. You've been typing nothing at each other for three years. The plant your flatmate asked you to water died in the first week. You bought an identical one from the garden centre for £7.99. She's been talking to it lovingly for months. **Why it caught on:** a Getty Images photo of a Malayan sun bear from 2007, posted to r/AdviceAnimals as Confession Bear in the summer of 2012. It looked guilty enough to carry anyone's secret, and nobody had to sign their name.