I regret the years I refused to forgive my dad when he cheated on my mom.
I regret that I never told anyone about being raped until after my abuser was dead. I regret that I kept that secret for 10 years.
I regret not respecting and loving my dear husband during our early years of marriage. I wish I had been a better spouse.
My biggest regret is that I let depression turn to addiction, and that I let both of them control my life for so long — ignoring so many wake up calls in the process.
I regret treating my mom badly after my parents’ divorce. It wasn’t her fault and she received a lot of the blame. I’ve barely spoken to her or seen her the last 2 and a half years, and now that she’s sick and dying, I’d give anything to have that time back.
I regret not being as bold in my faith to share with my close friends and family, and instead caring too much about what they think of me or how they would take it.
I regret being too shy at times. Because of this, I feel that it has stopped me from doing some amazing things in my life. It isn’t until I’m comfortable around others that I come out of my shell. I wish it didn’t take me so long to warm up to others, I feel I would have so many more relationships with others.
I regret letting someone else control the way I feel to the point where I got so depressed and almost took my own life.
My biggest regret is not standing up to my so-called high school “friends.” For three years of my life, they made me make a complete fool of myself just to be “a part” of their friend group. I wish I could get back the tears, the stress and devastation that they caused in my life.
I regret trying to find my happiness through sex after a 3-year breakup. I regret not respecting myself enough, or listening to my friends and family during that time. It has caused numerous problems involving my health and current relationship.