Straight up. Except that there were two places to complain. Nobody else ever heard about it though due to the nature of it.

First one was in confession where usually it was obscured behind some form of "give me strength to let go of my impure thoughts and temptations" because fixing up a peach cobbler with arsenic laced chantilly cream WILL appear to be a good idea under certain strains. Nothing says I Love You equally to a misogynist quite like a nice, healthy dose of rat poison. Just saying.

Second one was coffee and whisky at the kitchen table with the neighbor friend after everyone else was gone for the day and you could stop pretending to not be miserable. The trick was to not load the coffee up with so much whisky that sticking your head in the oven seemed like a fine idea or preferable to the rat poison idea mentioned above and to recognize when your locution partner was in that way and sticking around long enough for the whisky to wear off.

Nobody ever knew about either of these. Need to know and all of that.