Got some dirty laundry to air out? You now have your pick of appropriate sites to get anything and everything off of your chest, thereby affording you the relief of confession without angering everyone who reads your blog.

One could argue that it all started with PostSecret. "See a secret, share a secret," the site tells us. What started as a social experiment has become a phenomenon, spawning two books (so far) and countless exhibits. All of this is aside from the popularity of the site, itself.

Fellow BlogHer editor Mary Tsao alerted us to another confession site, this one for wives to vent about their husbands. At last look, True Wife Confessions was over 500 confessions long and still going. I'll admit to reading it regularly with a sort of morbid fascination; most of the confessions make my skin crawl. But every now and then I sigh with relief as I see that some marriages really are about the good stuff:

Confession #505

I really appreciate how much you put up with me. You help carry my baggage and you shouldn'Â't have to.

Your patience with me sometimes is astounding and I am really, really, really thankful for that.

Having a man that understands your freak-outs and your insecurities and still loves and accepts you is one of the most lovable, incredible, and sexiest things ever.

Thank you bubaloo. xoxo

Want more soul-baring, or have something you've got to get out? Check out my two latest confession discoveries.

True MIL Confessions was started by Mayberry Mom and mothergoosemouse in the same spirit as True Wife Confessions, but to give fellow wives a place to vent about their mother-in-laws.

I'm just glad to know that I'm not the only person who ever fantasized about picking a fight with the mother-in-law:

3. I secretly want to start conversations with you that I know will really make you mad. Like "If we die, we're leaving our kids with my best friend."

Have an entire saga to relate? Go get comfy in Her Bad Mother's Basement, where the one and only Her Bad Mother will gladly turn the keys over to any sister-in-arms who needs to tell a story that "you can't say on your own front porch."

The revelations in the Basement run the gamut, and today there's a post asking for advice about a family rift caused---at least in part---by the poster's blog. She concludes:

The whole thing makes me sick. I don’t know what we should be doing. I’m not worried about our marriage—that is very strong. But I hate drama. I go to great lengths to avoid it. I haven't blogged since and I'm actually thinking of moving the blog so they can't find it. I don’t know how to get past this. I know I should, but I don’t want to be the better person. If I move on and don’t expect an apology, doesn’t that mean I’m subtly telling them it was okay to do this to me, that they can do it to me again?

There's an unmistakable lure in anonymous confession. Here's to catharsis for all who seek it.

Mir

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BlogHer Contributing Editor Mir also blogs at Woulda Coulda Shoulda and Want Not.