I regret my life. I regret that I made more mistakes than not. I regret I worked my fingers to the bone sometimes working two jobs but have nothing to show for it. I regret I put everything into raising two kids as a single mother, two kids who are doing well which I am proud of but who are embarrassed by their poor mother. I regret not taking care of myself at all so i could give them everything. I regret not finishing school so I could have done better for myself. I regret never having been loved ever by anyone. Even the love of parents would have been better than nothing. I regret marrying because I was so starved for love that I made a huge mistake with someone who said they loved me when they didn’t. I regret the fact I am not strong enough to end the pain once and for all. I regret being fat, ugly and unloved. I regret the pain I am in from severe arthritis. Maybe if I had ever taken care of myself i wouldn’t be in this shape. I regret not being able to get my total joint replacements because my job sucks do bad I do not get enough short term disability to live on while off work. I regret even thinking my children would help me, I regret that I even stupidly asked. I regret that everything I did for them was apparently not enough for them to even love me. How could I have been so dumb my entire life. I regret that I don’t know why any of this happened. I regret embarrassing myself by making a go fund me thinking someone would help me when no one ever has. I regret being so unloveable that I don’t even have a friend in my life. I regret still breathing. Even God doesn’t want me.
I regret sleeping with those guys while you were away. You forgave me and we haven’t talked about it in more than a year. The guilt still eats me up inside for how I betrayed you.
I think my dad is having an affair. If he is, I’m going to expose him. I’m sure I’ll regret my method of exposure later, which is why I’m posting this now. I just hope it’s not true because I refuse to let him get away with betraying my mom’s love and trust. What kind of example does that set for me? Why should I trust men if my so-called hero is doing exactly what I fear will happen to me? I know it’s not my place to be vengeful since I’m not his spouse, but I have a right to defend my mom. I mean, c’mon. That’s my mom!!! Nobody messes with my mom. Nobody.
I regret not going to the funeral of my best friends’ mother; who was in many ways like my own mother. I regret looking into my dogs eyes when animal control took him away and not having the power to do anything about it. I regret every instance I made someone feel anything but happy. I regret my insecurities. I regret the fact that I find it hard to trust. I regret the times I decided not to speak my mind because I was afraid of what somebody else might think. I regret not loving as hard I want to. But, my greatest regret is how long it took me to forgive myself. I had to accept that these regrets are a part of me for good reason; teaching me how to become a better me everyday.
I regret not having the guts to tell my parents about my addictions, not having the guts to break the positive image that I carefully crafted through years of lying. I regret not having the guts to admit that I couldn’t do it on my own. I regret being afraid to try my absolute hardest, being afraid to fail at the top of my game.
I regret some of my friendships. I know it sounds harsh, but a lot of people took advantage of me over the years. I plan on cutting ties with some of them this year. I deserve better and it’s a shame that it took me so long to realize it.
I regret losing my virginity. I wish I had known the power that sex has over you once you know it. I regret ever letting the wrong guy take my virginity without any promise of keeping that gift sacred. I wish I knew how that would create a spiral of insecurity in myself and in my next relationships.
I’m not sure which part of my story I regret the most. I regret meeting him. I regret the whole experience. I regret how naive I was. I regret everything. I had never been in a serious relationship before. I had an older brother and thought I knew how I wanted to be treated when I got into a relationship. Of course there were multiple signs that he was cheating, but I went against my gut and chose to trust his word. It was the first time I really started having sex and I made a mistake. When I was 20 years old I found out I was seven weeks pregnant. I never thought it would happen to me. I was stupid, but I paid the consequence ten times over. He tried to convince me to have it. He put the decision on my shoulders because he knew what my decision would be. I live my life to not disappoint my family and what is expected of me. I did what I had to. It was not only physically painful, but emotionally as well and I went through it alone. A few weeks later I found out he was cheating. I stayed with him. I was mourning my loss. I did what I did, but I felt emotionally broken and didn’t want to go through it alone. I guess I hated myself and thought I deserved to be treated bad. He said the reason he cheated on me was because I chose to have the abortion, yet the messages I found were sent during our entire relationship. You dont want to believe you go through all of that for someone who doesn’t care about you. i don’t know if I regret meeting him, my mistake, my decision, or my weakness to not leave the most, but I do know if i don’t learn to not only forgive him, but forgive myself, I’ll never move on. I think I hate myself more than anything else.
My mother recently passed away from cancer and I was her primary care giver. She spent her last three weeks alive in the hospital and every time they talked about letting her out I had a gut feeling that she shouldn’t come home. The last time they talked about releasing her she was going to come home on a nutrition iv and I would be trained in hooking up the bags and such. I am going to college for nursing so all of this was right up my ally, however, I didn’t want to do this. I had given up much of the first 2 Year’s of my 20’s to take care of my mom. I have cleaned up her bathroom accidents, given her injections, and unhooked her chemo from her port at home, but hooking up an iv to a bag seemed so overwhelming and I didn’t want to do it. I would now do anything to go back and hook her up to her iv to have her back here with me. My mom passed away 2 days after they wanted to release her on the nutrition iv. She passed away one week before Christmas and 2 1/2 weeks before my 23rd birthday. I wish I could go back and would be willing to hook her up to the bags. I know it wouldn’t have changed the outcome since she passed before she even got released, just wish I would’ve been willing to do that one last thing for her.
Female age 23
I regret cheating on my wife. I have stopped seeing the other woman but am now consumed with regret and a fear that the affair will come out, which would devastate my wife and do permanent harm to my relationship with her, my kids, friends and family.