I didn’t say goodbye to him before he died. I didn’t want to get too close to a dying friend because I didn’t want to grieve. I didn’t want to hurt. And now I regret, grieve and hurt because I didn’t say good bye to him. One more vodka and cranberry…..what I wouldn’t give.
My regret is taking you back knowing who you were (narcissist) who’s needs came first. I stupidly fell for you and your lies. I kept thinking things would chance & funnily enough they got worse. Since the break up, you showed your true colors. For that I’m grateful. That I only spent a short 2 to 3 yrs as opposed to 20, so thank you. My life has now changed for the best. My observations skills have improved & know what I’m looking for in a man. That involves staying clear of a man that loves himself!
My biggest regret is falling for someone who was out to only con me out of my money. First ever relationship and thinking I found the perfect guy, I was so stupid. He lied about everything, his work , his family and his marriage to someone else! Once he got the first 50k, I felt I was trapped and had nowhere to go. No one to turn to as my family and friends wouldn’t understand the stupidity. I regret that I gave him more money and more than that I gave him my body. I regret that my first time was with such a lying, deceitful man but I was trying to justify the lie. I regret ever meeting him.
I regret not giving the “what if ” a chance. I was so proud not to, but now I can’t stop wishing and wanting to be with him. I think my life would be more relaxed and less stressed. My husband of 20 yrs. as much as I love him is brings me down every day. If I would have given the “what if” a chance, what might my life have been…
I regret trying so hard. I shouldn’t have done everything for you, I shouldn’t have put myself last and you first. I thought I can save you from something, but ironically you became the thing you hated and feared. You tore me apart over and over again.
I should’ve left when I had the chance, I should’ve never gotten involved. But now I’m here, right next to who I thought I loved, trying to be who I once was.
I regret not fighting back. I regret not telling people what happened to me at home, work and at school. I regret not admitting to being raped. I regret not standing up for myself: I regret that I allowed traumatic experiences to comatose me into a silence that I never deserved. I regret blaming myself and taking all of this pain out on my precious body. My pain, that I kept secret, was one I thought people couldn’t see or that they wouldn’t have to know about. I thought the pains I had withstood were best to be suppressed. I didn’t want to be a bother, but I regret that I was further ridiculed for being quiet. I regret letting strangers convince me of what was best for me, only for many of their decisions to bring me even further harm. I regret being a victim. I regret that this is my past. It was a role that enabled many harmful people into my life to use and accept me as a condition to my being weak and abused. I regret that not enough people did anything about it. I had learned that a victim was who I was and all I was ever expected to be. I would get no support in trying to prove otherwise. I regret any circumstance that caused me to suffer unnecessarily. I regret that I had to go through all of this in order to tell everyone that they had been wrong about me. I didn’t think I needed to say any of this out loud or else I’d have said it years ago. I regret that because of all of this silent agony, that I have lost most everyone I have ever known or cared for. I do not regret that I can see things clearer now, today, this evening. I realize that the last part, the letting go, was necessary for me to ever have a shot at happiness in what I have left of this life.
I regret the 13 years that I shared with you. I should have left you alone from day one. But, I had no way of knowing in advance that things would turn out this way. You’ve been the source of my misery for years. I can’t stand the thought of you now. I spent the morning deleting every trace of you from my phone. I’m telling myself that you no longer exist. I wish that I could do the same with my heart and mind. I hate you and all that you represent in this world. I never want to hear from or see you again. I regret knowing you.