Hindsight is, reportedly, 20/20 but there are always a few things people have gone through that stuck with them. More often than not, it’s the things that weren’t done or thepeoplewho weren’t spoken to that end up haunting someone in the long run. Regrets are painful, but a part of life all of us have to face.Someone asked“What is your biggest regret in life?” and netizens shared what was on their hearts. So get comfortable as you scroll through, upvote your favorites and be sure to comment your own thoughts and experiences below.More info:QuoraThis post may includeaffiliate links.
Hindsight is, reportedly, 20/20 but there are always a few things people have gone through that stuck with them. More often than not, it’s the things that weren’t done or thepeoplewho weren’t spoken to that end up haunting someone in the long run. Regrets are painful, but a part of life all of us have to face.Someone asked“What is your biggest regret in life?” and netizens shared what was on their hearts. So get comfortable as you scroll through, upvote your favorites and be sure to comment your own thoughts and experiences below.More info:Quora
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When I was in my late 20s, my husband and I were living in St. Paul, MN. Around dusk one late autumn day we pulled up to a convenience store and I my husband ran in to purchase something while I waited in the car. It was a chilly evening and a cold drizzle was turning into a rain storm. I noticed a girl, about 15 or 16, shivering under the building’s eaves trying to avoid the now driving rain. She wasn’t wearing a coat and her jeans and t-shirt were soiled and raggedy. I tried to see her more clearly through the wet windshield and it looked as though there might be bruises on one side of her face and that she was bleeding from a cut on her lip. As I watched, she started to cry. I struggled with a profound desire to help this girl and an equally strong fear of not knowing what to do. I sat rooted in my warm, dry car unable to make the decision to get out and approach her. Then my husband returned. I couldn’t even articulate to him the moral impass I was in. He started the car and we proceeded on our way.The memory of that young woman huddled against the plate glass storefront, looking utterly alone and bone-cold has haunted me for 40 years. How many evenings have I gone to bed wondering what was going on with her and what became of her? How my times have I asked myself what stopped me from getting out of the car? Perhaps I should not consider this as something to regret as it deeply affected the rest of my life. I am a much more empathetic person than I might have otherwise been and have never allowed myself to fear helping another person again. But still, I DO truly regret not going out into the rain that evening.
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There’s this girl. She was a smart, intelligent and caring soul. Every summer when we met, she would make sure I was the happiest person on this planet. She would talk to me for hours! She loved me and I loved her back.Two summers back, she called me all of a sudden. She asked,“Why are you not here to see me? Come soon.” I had traded my visit for an internship half way across the country, so I coolly replied,“Very soon!” She calmly said an OK, and we hung up.Two days later, she passed away. By the time I reached, her last rites were done with. The girl was my Grandmother. I wish I had gone visiting her instead.
It’s a simple one that changed my life forever unfortunately. I picked up a shift at work late one night and left my kids with my ma so I could do so. It was usually papa who watched my twins, but he was sick so I asked ma. I mean that’s fine and shouldn’t be a big deal right? I left and all was good, I worked several hours, with a few checkins and no problems. I get home early the next morning to find ma passed out drunk on our couch with Patrick in tub. He had drowned while ma got drunk, and I’ll never understand why she couldn’t have waited a few minutes to start/keep drinking. I knew she was an alcoholic, but she’d gone from binging every day to just on her day off over the last several months and was doing really well with not needing alcohol to function.She went to prison for 4 years and remained sober the last decade of her life before she died. That was her way of apologizing for Patrick’s death and accepting responsibility and blame. I was proud of her for that and though it can’t undo her actions, it made it easier to live with.
Long story short, I have a skin condition that results in white patches almost all over my body . All my life ,while in school, I tried my best to hide these white patches which i thought were unpleasant looking . Not with makeup but with full sleeved clothes , hair over my forehead and all other ideas that could hide or camouflage those white spots .With years passed, the urge to hide them has faded now . I wear whatever I wanna wear , my hair is neatly done and not over my face . in simple words , I have grown out of that dark phase when I wasn’t confortable in my own skin.Now I am 22 . I recently joined a swimming class for the first time in my life . And we know how swimming costumes are! My arms , legs and my back were quite visible in that costume . The first day when i stepped out wearing that costume , I looked for people staring at my different skin … I looked …and looked but no one seemed to be paying attention . All of them minded their own business . One girl complimented me on my costume and I have been swimming like that since that day without any kind of embarrassment or shame about my skin .I felt relieved but something hit me hard . What about all those years of excruciating mental pain i endured in hiding my spots .No one told me there was no need to hide them .No one told me , there was no need to wear stockings in the month of June .Sadly , I cant go back in time and tell my younger self all this . This is my biggest regret. Atleast . One of my biggest regret . It is a lesson I learnt late . Late like a sailor’s message that arrived when the sailor had already drowned .But , if you are reading this and if you are someone going through a similar phase or you know someone who is going through this . Stop them . take a moment to tell them how redundant and unnecessary it is to hide something that is an integral part of them .
I started smoking at age 11. I’m now 66 and have emphysema. It’s a cruel way to die. There are so many things I can’t do anymore without gasping for breath. I’m glad I have no kids or grandkids as there’s no way I’d be able to spend time doing things with them.
My friend called me 2 days before committing a s*icide, I did not attend his call neither did I call him back. It’s been 2 years since that incidence, may be I could have saved him.I was too busy with my new job, financial independence, parties while his love for civil services left him jobless after the college and a under a lot of pressure from the society, as he could not secure a job studying in the best of engineering college.His parents didn’t understand, his friends didn’t understand, I didn’t understand .He spent a whole year in loneliness, in a dark corner in Karol bagh preparing for UPSC, but good days were far. He just couldn’t take the burden any more. He lost the race and quit!I have been in touch with his family for the past two years, they are suffering a lot.One of his sister’s is an IPS officer now after 3 failed attempts fulfilling his dreams to serve the nation.Please I don’t want anyone judging. Please refrain from commenting no sympathies no theories. I am using Quora as a medium to lay some burden off my chest.
Not taking pictures.Whenever I saw people taking pictures/selfies, I was thinking: “Oh how dumb they are, you have to enjoy the moment not take pictures”. Now I realise that I am the dumb one.I never took my camera with me on any memorable event. Yes, I still can remember what happened but my memory is not perfect and memories do fade.Now I want to remember how my great grandmother used to bake her special cake. How she used to watch my siblings, but I never recorded it, and she is no longer around.I want to remember how my boyfriend and I used to feed squirrels that time we went to Bristol. But I didn’t record it, and now he is not around either. How we travelled around and explored. But all I have is memories that are fading.See, I can’t remember how green was the grass that day in the park in Bristol, or what my great grandma was wearing. I have a vague idea but I want to see how it happened.Now I understand why my dad records everything, but in the past I was ashamed of him taking a camera with him everywhere.I think now its time to record my memories.
Not marrying my Girlfriend.We were together for more than 2 years and she was the only girl i know that loved me more than anyone i have ever loved. Her love was unconditional and pure and we were so desperate to marry each other. Somehow we knew we were both perfect for each other and would be so happy together, always.There was only one problem, the problem was me. My family is extremely orthodox and i loved my father so much that i had promised myself that i will marry a girl that he selects for me. Now don’t get me wrong, when my girlfriend and i came close, i explained this very clearly to her. We both were however so much in love with each other that we couldn’t stop and agreed that the relation would end when one of us gets married.Unfortunately i got married first and those months were the most painful of our life.After 8 years and a divorce later, that is the biggest regret of my life.
It was last semester of my college. Third exam.My girlfriend’s Dad was severely sick and was admitted. She has this thing of intuition when something is about to go wrong, and I never took it seriously.This time we were studying and she called me late evening to say, she is getting a strong intuition that something is wrong. I calmed her down and asked her not to worry and focus on preparation.Couple of hours later she called again to say that she wants to go and meet Dad at that very moment. As she was already not able to study for that particular exam, I suggested to study for now and meet him next day, on the way back from exam.Next early morning I got the bad news that her Dad is no more.When she met me the first thing she said is she couldn’t meet Dad one last time before he left. And since then I consider myself responsible to stop her the previous day.It was recently that I confessed this to her and she helped me move on from the regret.
I made my mother’s Facebook account.
My biggest regret is not inviting my son’s father to our family photo shoot. The photo shoot was a gift from my sister. I guess I didn’t want to ask because I didn’t want to deal with the logistics of getting him and the photographer in the same place at the same time. Logistics was often frustrating with him.Little did I know that he would die that same year. I don’t have single good pic of the two of them together. It would have meant a lot to my son.My son’s dad was only 43 when he died of a heart attack. I thought I would have another opportunity. I was wrong. It’s definitely my biggest regret.
I’m a single gay man. One of my life’s regrets is that I never had children. I don’t dwell on the subject because that’s water under the bridge, but I think I would have been a great father.
I never forgave my wife.My high school sweetheart and I had a son when we were just 17. We got married at 19. At 21 she cheated on me. Because I wanted to stay near my son I stayed with her but I was never able to forgive her. After her infidelity she became a great wife and was always a wonderful mother but still I couldn’t let go of the past. It took many years but we finally divorced after my son was grown. Since our divorce, 5 years ago, I have been miserable. I miss her terribly. We are still friends and talk regularly but I hate that I could never forgive her. I am more unhappy without her than I was with her. I truly wish I could have found a way to get over it while we were still together.
Not speaking upNot speaking up, when my parents asked what I wanted to do for life.Not speaking up, when I learnt engineering is not my cup of tea.Not speaking up, when I was asked if I wanted to do something else (career-wise).Not speaking up, when my relationship was going down.Not speaking up, when everyone was asking ‘what’s wrong'.Not speaking up, when I was told to speak up.Life would’ve been different, a lot different.
My dad had called me up and he was asking me about my health as I was pregnant at that time. After a while he said he had to disconnect as he had to go for an emergency (he was a doctor ).Before disconnecting my call, he asked me to take care of myself, my unborn child and my mom too. I asked him what made him say that I should take care of my mom too when she was with him.He told me that he just felt like saying it. I told him that I am coming to him and mom in a couple of months and I expect a lot of pampering from him, mom and my siblings for myself and my unborn child.He said that his love and blessings are always with me and disconnected the call.My dad passed away the next day due to a sudden cardiac failure while he still was in hospital attending his patients.I couldn’t see him for the last time. I couldn’t seek his blessings. Since I was pregnant at that time, I was mildly sedated and kept away from the information until his last rites were performed.My biggest regret: Not seeing my dad for the last time .
When I was a child, 3rd grade to be specific, I found a caterpillar in my garden.I instantly remembered one of my friends saying “Lock a caterpillar in a match box, it will turn into a butterfly after a week”.I loved butterflies. So I ran into my kitchen to find a match box. Found one. There were only two match sticks, threw them away and went to my garden running. Somehow managed to put that caterpillar in that matchbox.I made two small holes on the either sides so that there’ll be some air. Placed the matchbox in a cool and dry place.2 days passed, I couldn’t stand my curiosity, opened the matchbox to see the progress.I FOUND IT DEAD.I cried a lot but that caterpillar I had killed unintentionally never came back to life.All I had in my mind was REGRET.I eventually learned not to believe anyone blindly. This incident laid the foundation.
Falling in love all over again to a man I dated and trusted in high school after 25 years. I gave up a wonderful relationship, a beautiful home at the beach, a great job that I had for 21 years and moved to the southern desert to be and marry him. We were married for 20 years and I found out he was living 2 separate lives with another woman and for the last 5 years had been hiding thousands of dollars with his greedy, adult daughter to keep for themselves. Now fighting and going through a divorce and discovering just how evil a person can be. I never stopped loving him and still struggle with not hating him. Wake up every day wondering why without an answer from him. He is still lying about everything and it kills my heart that all those years were wasted and what little regard he had for me. Throughout our marriage, he was always kind to me and when I found out he turned on me and is full of hate. I will never understand the horrible betrayal from a man I adored and would have done anything for.
I dropped out of computer engineering as a major at George Washington.This was around 2003, I ended up majoring in business which has worked out fine overall.But at my core, I think I’m an engineer. I like being creative and have always been very analytical. My dad was an engineering major at the Naval Academy, so maybe it runs in me.Also, tech has exploded…
Not taking the flight.Girlfriend and I were college students. We loved each other and we saved money the whole year for a trip together in Europe. Since we studied in different cities, we booked different flights that arrived roughly at the same time.I sent her a message saying that I wasn’t going anymore, she only got my message once she arrived at the destination. It was her dream vacation. She was so lovely and caring, she had a luggage full of gifts for me.Why did I abandon her in another country? I had a coursework project that wasn’t quite finished, I was still polishing it.Oh, did I mention I got an A for that course? It was totally worth missing the flight, I totally knew how to handle priorities.Remarkably, she forgave me for having been such an asshole and we got back together. We are happily engaged now.
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Not listening to my intuition.I went out with an a**hole last year who seemed kind of off. I tried to break things off with him after the second date because it seemed like he just wanted one thing, while I wanted something with more of a commitment. He then laid on the charm and told me exactly what I wanted to hear. I decided to give him another chance.I should have stuck to my decision and GTFO.The whole relationship was a nightmare, and his constant lying made me spin in circles. The chemistry dwindled after the first couple of months, and became more of a comparison session between me and his exes (with his exes being “better than” me in all the ridiculous ways you can think of). He would put me down in other ways and then tell me that my self esteem was super low. It was slow torture for me but in a twisted way, I’m sure he enjoyed causing me pain. I can’t think of any other reason why someone would say such awful things if they didn’t secretly enjoy it. For the life of me, I don’t know why I didn’t break up with him.It’s been months since it ended, but it’s been rough. I feel like my soul has been stolen from me, and I’m trying my best to find my way back. People say that even bad relationships are good life lessons, but I wish I had never met him. I was fine before I met him. Now I’m lucky if I can get through a day without crying. Today was not one of those days.
I have an overbite.Thanks to genetics, I have straight teeth. But because I have an overbite, the dentist required I have braces. With the braces, they special ordered an orthodontic headgear that I was supposed to wear while I slept every night so that it could shift and correct my useless overbite.(The headgear in this picture is actually smaller than what I had)My regret is that I never wore it. I shared a room with four sisters and I was so embarrassed to put it on. My sisters would never dare make fun of me, but I was too self-conscious. I know I would be sleeping while it was on, but I just couldn’t bring myself to get over it and use it. I was a freshman in High School and in the midst of puberty. When I would go back to the dentist for the follow ups, my doctor would just know that I wasn’t using it. My poor momma would get in trouble and so would I.My mom begged me to put it on and I tried, I really did; but I would take it off in between my snoozes. I regret being so insecure and not using my headgear. I am now stuck with an overbite and permanent retainers because my dentist did not trust me with removable ones. The older I get, the more I regret it.Kids, follow your dentists/doctors orders.
I wish I came out sooner.I didn’t really know about being trans until I was around 12, but I really wish I made it more obvious when I was younger that I didn’t feel like a girl.If I showed I felt that way before I basically had freedom on the Internet and could explore as I pleased, then my parents would probably see that nothing influenced my feelings and would accept me more.Also, if I came out sooner, that would give them more time to accept it, and that means me possibly getting help and hormones sooner. Right now I’m in some weird limbo where my parents “accept” me but they aren’t doing anything to help. If we dealt with that limbo before I hit puberty then where I’m at right now would probably be much better.But it’s too late now. I came out three years ago, and it looks like I’ll have to wait another 3 to get hormones, assuming I can afford it.
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I went to my sister’s new apartment to visit her for the first time in a while and to see where she was now living. At the time, I was in college and she was living in a crck-addicted nightmare. Her apartment was in a terrible neighborhood, and the belongings inside made it very obvious she was down to practically nothing both literally and figuratively. I had my boyfriend with me at the time and for both of us, the experience was very uncomfortable. She was clearly “crcked out” and it was really sad to see, but we still managed to giggle together and enjoy each other’s presence just like we normally did growing up as sisters.My boyfriend, who is now my husband of 6 years, gave me a nod like “let’s get the hell outta here!” So, I told my sister we had plans and we’re going to get going. She sadly asked me to stay suggesting she loved me being there and was really lonely. I felt bad about saying no, but at the time, pleasing my boyfriend and removing him from this awkward scenario was more important to me, so we left.That was the last time I saw my sister alive as she died from a heart attack/drug overdose the day I moved to Madison, WI after graduating college. I will obviously never forget that last memory of her and knowing I could have stayed to spend more quality time with her regardless of how awkward it was for me makes me feel terrible and selfish.
Not been able to help my mother in her last time of life.My mother passed away on 4th of may 2021 due to sudden drop of her oxygen saturation level .On 3 rd of may 2021 everything was well ,she was advicing me to take care of myself isolate myself completely amid covid situation ,since I was away from my home 120 kms due to work but time changed drastically she left this world on the same day im my arms late at night all alone in an ambulance.Things happened at such a pace that I was left completed shocked and devastated.I would never be able to forget that black day of my life .I was all alone with my dead mother and even Close relatives didn’t show up.Things haven’t improved slightly after my mom left this world, nothing is left in my life except pain , suffering and loneliness.My mom was robbed out for her life ,In a single day she left me all alone in this world.I would say this is the biggest regret in my life to not lived with my mother for much time. I wish i could have talked to her much ,could have cared for her much , could have made more memories,i just wish my mother could have lived more.I just wish these things now although i know nothing can happen.
I bought Bitcoin nearly three years ago when it was trading at $256.31 per BTC.I remember being the only person at my school with any understanding of what the new technology was. I was so excited about it that I wanted everyone to be a part of it. I told all my friends and teachers about Bitcoin and wanted them to invest in it and understand it just like myself.Any person that would take the time to listen to my Bitcoin spiel and download the app Coinbase I would give a small reward. I sent $1 worth of BTC to everyone that would do so.I also wanted the ladies to know that I owned a fair share of the new technology. I purchased a gift card to the movie theater with Bitcoin so that I could take a few different dates out to the movies. I went to two different movies using my purchase and payed for my date both times, so it was 4 tickets total.Those were both VERY big mistakes.The $1 I sent everyone? I was really sending them each around $55. These are students that I barely knew. $55 is a big chunk of money to be handing out at 17 years old.And the two movies I went to? Each movie ran me about $1200. Each ticket cost me $600. I spent roughly $2400 on two movies. THOSE ARE THE MOST EXPENSIVE MOVIE TICKETS OF ALL TIME.At this point I have no recollection of who I sent $55 to and I’m not even sure which movies I saw for $1200 a piece. I definitely regret it.
I taught my dad how to video call on WhatsApp.I didn’t teach him when not to.
I’ve been struggling with depression for the past 4 years.There was this girl that I had. We were in a relationship for 1 year. Not a lot, I know but I gave literally everything, and she did too. We brought out the best in each other and would do anything for each other.Here comes the bad part :She shifted. From place A to place B. Place was real bad. Place A was near to my home. So when she shifted to B we started a long distance relationship. I was ok with it but she couldn’t cope with it.We used to argue a lot and then one fine day she did something she never ever did before and I never imagined she would do. She abused me. Verabally. She was very innocent first.So we broke up and all.Then occasionally she messages me , makes fun of me sometimes, abuses me sometime, apologises sometime, sometime says she loves me, sometimes lies to me.AND MY BIGGEST REGRET IS THAT I REPLY TO HER MESSAGE all the time. I can’t abuse her. She uses me always and uses me a dumping ground for emotion. Then acts ignorant and just then leaves. Then says she loves me. She fucks with my mind so much.And I can’t tell this to my parents. Conservative family. Can’t eat or drink or sleep or think or work properly. Trust lifted off of love. Developing anger issues . Losing my sanity. All alone. No real help around. Totally demotivated and depressed. Can’t drag my feet out of the house to seek counselor help. Dying a little bit everyday.So now, she has changed totally. And my regret is that I reply to her message whenver she messages cuz I still love her, I sometimes regret loving her.
My biggest regret in life is getting married. Before marriage, I was a fun-loving guy who enjoyed the little moments in life. I worked on weekdays, relaxed on weekends, and loved to travel. Life felt balanced and fulfilling.But after marriage, things changed drastically. Now, I find myself happy only 2-3 days a month. Even on those days, much of my time is spent trying to figure out why my wife is upset, handling household tasks like taking out the trash, making sure the bedsheets are in order, and so on.Marriage has taken away a lot of the freedom and joy I used to cherish. It’s frustrating, and I miss the person I used to be.PS - This is for fun. If my wife finds out then I’m gone :)
I’m actually a student studying far away from my home .I had a diseased sister who had no chances of surviving. EVERYBODY in the family except my little sister knew about her ill health.Even I was told about this long after my parents came to know about it. Whenever I came home from holidays I used to bring her chocolates but that time she asked me to bring something which is very special at the place I’m studying whenever I come home.During Dussehra I didn’t have a plan to go home as there were only a few holidays and all the time would be gone in travelling.But I felt homesick and suddenly made up my mind .I didn’t even have a reservation . So in a hurry,I reached home and forgot to bring her any gift.But the next day I brought her ice cream(a big family pack) .She felt happy for it and I left for my college. Unfortunately the ice cream that I brought her was the only food she had eaten after I had left .Three days later I came to know that she was dead. I felt ashamed of myself for not bringing the gift she wanted. I still regret it and cry sometimes.Sorry my lovely sister.She though was 12yrs old but had a maturity of an adult .Everyone remembers her for her respectful and polite way of speaking which children of her age would never do.
My only regret in life so far:Last year, I received a marriage proposal from a young doctor and I REFUSED!!!!!!!I was 24 years old and a 4th year university student graduating in two months. It was sort of arranged proposal, which could have led to an arranged marriage (which I am okay with). I had never seen the boy nor communicated with him, nor has he ever seen me. My mom called me to tell me about it. She said that because he is not from our tribe she did not like him but told me the decision is up to me. My aunty knew the boy, so she communicated to him and he sent his picture and I sent mine. When I saw his picture, I decided there and then that it was a NO. He was tall and dark, not a handsome face but just a so-so. Both my uncle and aunty praised the boy and said he was a treasure and would make a good husband.I did not even think about it twice and said a straight NO. Of course, my mom was happy to deliver the NO to the proposal.1 year later and am still not married (not even a suitor). He got married earlier this year and I am here regretting. How I wish I had never judged him. Maybe this would have been a different story.
Last night, I slept around 9 PM as I was extremely tired.Then Mom came and woke me up and made me eat my dinner. I quickly finished that while half-sleep.I got back to sleep and then even when I was not fully sleep, I felt a blanket over me. Oh! this must be Dad. He switched on the mosquito repellent, switched off the lights and then during midnight, I noticed that he came to accompany me in my room.Now, when the Mom’s love is loud and clear. I fail to notice that Dad is loving and probably he loves me more than he loves my siblings.That blanket reminded me of thousands of similar incidents since childhood. His love and care is mute and hence often go unnoticed.I also didn’t realize that he has taken leave as I came home after long time.He did that as he wanted to spend some more time with me.Love of a Dad is often underrated. I regret taking his love for granted. I Love my dad :)
Story goes like:Me and my gf, 2 years back we were in a relationship. I had a decent job and she was also building her career.After 2 years of realtionship she just left me, it shook me deepest inside. I quit the job and cut up from the world. And spend days thinking of past memories and watching shows and movies. Led to depression and loneliness.That was really a regret, i didn’t know how to handle that and pitfall, physically I’ve reached a state where i was about to die and mentally so sore too, later with hard work i achieve so much in life now I’m in great shape, and good mental state with help of friends trying to make carrier as entrepreneur.The reason i write this article to show how meaning of relationship change and how vulnerable relationships could be, we should never take things for granted and keep working on relations everyday. Second reason for writing is how people waste their lives in past memo and future prediction, if relationship break we should teach and learn how to move on. Plz share your stories too and this could be anyone’s story, I’ve wasted 2 years in such a relationship story and came up strong. Thanks for reading and support.❤️But lost 2 years in darkness ( regret i have too). But happy now.
Well we purchased our first four wheeler when I was forty years old.I did learn driving. My husband was my coach.Though we had small fights now and then, I could drive up to 40km with husband sitting beside me.One day I escaped an accident. I could have hit a stationary truck parked on roadside.But some how I could manage to control the car.That incident made a deep impact in my brain.Then I refused to drive on my own.And the need never arose to drive a car.(mostly we travelled on two wheeler)That was the biggest mistake I made.When I was alone in Bhubaneswar for two and half years I had to entirely depend on autos for my travel.Though I became self sufficient in all other aspects, this one thing made me immobile some times.And now I have the problem of Vertigo. So, no way of learning car driving.So not driving in my prime time was my biggest regret.So don’t neglect learning any thing which helps you to move forward.
I’m 18 years old and i’ve always been a moody and rude person. I have a 34 year old sister who i’ve grown up around. We’ve never been close. As a teenager and pre teen I was rude and moody, but to be honest it was because I was going through a lot. My sister would also make fun of me and it would cause me to become more upset and not want to talk. My point is that I have never been close to my sister. We don’t do sister things, but I do love her very much. She’s getting married in two days and she didn’t ask me to be her bridesmaid. It hurt my feelings deeply when I found out, but I know that we aren’t close enough for her to want to ask me. During college my best friends sister got proposed to, and I remember sitting in her dorm as she called her. They were so close and she had even confided in things I would never tell my sister. Her sister has even asked her to be her maid of honor. I wish we had a relationship like that. I regret being rude to her and never trying to get close her. I’ve been reflecting and I realize my actions years ago will be the reason me and my sister will never be close. Please be nice to your family members.
Not keeping my head down.I moved from a relatively nice, working class area in Birmingham to a rough area in Swansea. When I say rough, I mean that you got into the habit of looking where you step in case you step on a used needle rough. I was eleven.Well, me being me I went into school and tried to get as much attention as possible. Talk to everyone, get my name out there, build a reputation. That’s how I always handled new schools in the past. Trouble is, I didn’t realise how much of a target I was. English, new, not from around here, ‘posh’, overweight, nerdy, naïve, loud, all these things painted a huge bullseye on my back. It started with teasing, then moved to shoving, then got progressively worse. I was out of my depth, I wasn’t able to understand that shutting up would get me less attention, so I continued being my loud self.It got worse and worse. I developed anger issues, trust issues, and depression. My dad and brother taught me how to fight, and for years thats what I had to do just to survive without a beating. I did a lot of shit I’m not proud of, made some bad friends, and ultimately became more and more like them. As a teenager, I became the total opposite of who I was as a kid: violent, touchy, scared, unpopular, lonely, paranoid. I withdrew from my family, and did damage that to this day I cannot heal. I think only my brother actually understands why I did and said the things I did, he’s just like me.I’m not that person anymore. I recovered from my depression, I learned to control my anger, I learned to deal with my emotions. I don’t have to fight anymore, I’ve gone over a year now without getting into a scrap. That’s good for me I guess. People wonder why I am the way I am, so confident, so full of myself, uncaring of what other people think. I guess I’m just trying to be as unlike who I was as I can be.
I had s*x with my girlfriend. Okay so I understand it’s a norm in many countries to be physically intimate with your significant other but I’m from Pakistan.The atmosphere here is considerably conservative. Moreover, any physical relations with the opposite gender out of wedlock are deeply looked down upon and carry severe punishments with them.The reason why I did this was because I thought she was the one. That I was going to get married to her. That she was going to be my first and last. It was an in the moment thing but when things took a down turn and we broke up, it killed me. I felt a sort of deep responsibility towards her and just felt like a sh**ty person.One thing that she said to me before our break up was “Now that you’ve had me, you’ve stopped loving me”. That killed me. I still love her and just yesterday tried to patch things up with her but she isn’t interested. She still means the world to me and I feel like a really shitty person for letting the break up happen even though it was due to the both of us.
One jumps to mind.I promoted the wrong guy over the right guy.When I was a platoon commander, I had the opportunity to send a select group of my soldiers to commander course.I chose, following several discussions with my platoon’s NCOs, 7 guys, and then there was the 8th spot. It was down to two guys:One who was really motivated and a really great guy, but who I felt was still too soft and unready, and another candidate, who was more assertive and at least at face value, appeared to want to go for it.The NCO of the first guy wasn’t too pro or against his candidate, but then Gilly, the NCO of the second guy told me:“Noam, he is bluffing, I found out he has family connections in the base where commander course is held, the second he reports to that unit he’ll drop out of the course, and be stationed in a base close to his home, where he can go live on easy street - you’re wasting a spot, don’t do it.”It was my call, and I made the wrong one.I did not listen to my NCO as I should have and went with my gut feeling. I told guy number 1, I don’t feel he is ready but there will be other chances. Eventually there weren’t and the IDF missed out a great commander.I told guy number 2 I’m giving him a shot and I trust him to justify the trust - two days later, he got repositioned to a nice office in a base near his home. The IDF wasted a spot in commander course.So Gilly - Guy Number 2’s NCO, I’m sorry I didn’t trust your judgement, you were right, I was wrong. (BTW I did admit my mistake and apologize to Gilly later)And Gilboa, guy number 1 - I’m sorry I didn’t give you the shot you deserved. You deserved it, and I messed up.Incidently, thinking back of this I searched and found Gilboa. I will reach out to apologize.It’s been 19 years, but it’s never too late to own up to your mistake.
I taught my mother to use Youtube , Hotstar , Voot to watch news and serials on my Laptop.REST IS HISTORY.
Getting drunk and making out with my best friend.My best friend(who’s a guy) threw a house party at his flat. Obviously, there was booze and stuff. After everyone left, me and my best friend were talking and suddenly things got intense and we started kissing. We were really wasted. I don’t remember what happened next but after like 10–15 minutes when I came back to my senses, I was giving him a blow job. I was in a relationship at that time and he was engaged.I lost my senses again. After a while when I woke up (I guess around 20 minutes later) his dick was inside my vagina. We were having sex and we got loud, really loud. My friend’s fiance came back from work and saw us having sex and enjoying it. She called off the wedding. Since we were old friends our family knew each other and now they know we had sex. And if you’re an Indian you’d know how embarassing that is for your family to know that you had sex.Me and my best friend fought after that and we don’t talk now. I miss him and I regret that day.
I can live with having wasted 4-ish years of my life as a drug addict. It sucks. I hate it, but that is an experience that has made me into who I am. I cannot imagine being someone else because that was a vital experience in refining me as a human being. My biggest regret is that I didn’t go to college when I was in my early 20’s which kind of goes hand-in-hand with being a drug addict. They’re inseparable because they’re mutually exclusive experiences (given the degree to which I was addicted). While the drugs were bad, not getting a good education in a field I would have loved (maybe medicine, maybe software engineering, maybe something else) stings to this day.
My biggest regret is raising my step daughter. She’s 21 and I’ve raised her as my own from 2 years of age. She’s grown up to be like her biological father. Heartless and a absolute a*sehole.Me and her mother had a big fight. A divorcable fight. We pulled through. She took her moms side, now me and my wife have patched things up but my daughter is still staying away from me.I love her so much but she distances herself from me now. She’s forgotten all those sentimental moments we had together and me being her dad.I’m so angry, hurt, upset. How can she turn so cold and spiteful.It’s true what they say about the apple I suppose.
I’m 23 years old female. I fell in love with a guy who did not gave a sh** about my love. We used to be in the same school from class 5. Class 9 onwards i started developing feelings for him. First i thought it’s infatuation but later i was sure because i wanted to share my everything with him. We never dated. After clas 12th he moved to new city for his engineering.. i used to count days to see him again in vacations. He said that he never loved me but he used to talk to me a lot. He used to share his personal problems also. But i never got the opportunity to be his gf. He stopped talking to me according to his mood. Later i came to know about his gf. I was in tears. My 10th and 12th got hampered. I could not score well in graduation also. Now I’m feeling like a garbage who is good for nothing. I’m 23 still no job. I always read our old conversation. . Look at his pictures etc.. we have not spoken for more than a year now. He is now doing really well with his new friends and job.. doesn’t even bothered to check whether I’m dead or alive.And here I’m lying down in bed with pain in heart tears in my eyes. It has been 8 years now.. still i don’t know why I’m not able to get back to life. I have wronged my parents. They don’t deserve this. My biggest regret ever.
Not saying yes to a boy who asked me to a high school dance.That happened to me at my senior year in high school. It was almost over ten years ago, and I still think about it.I remember being in high school and that boy I really liked asked me over one day. I was stoned and declined. He started dating another girl of my friends a few weeks later.He may be married now. And I absolutely love all of my life right now. But I still wonder what might have happened.
Loosing my virginity to a wrong guy.I met this guy on Facebook in 2016 and I was in a girls school that time with strict family at home so online platforms were the only way I could meet people especially the opposite gender. I was just 16 that time and this guy pinged me and we started talking. After a month or so I met him and I fell in that trap. I thought it’s all lovey dovey things he’s doing for me that means he really loves me. Poor me! I had Littrellly no idea that time what actual love feels like. I was just a dumb asshole with a immature and innocent heart. Oh lord why!! Anyways, that online dating turned real but I was too stupid to notice that this guy only texts me during nights, he calls me only to talk dirty, most of the time our talks were sexts. I had all the red flags in front of my eyes but Me being totally inexperienced with the outside world thought it’s all love.He took me to his flat after some days and he did everything. I was closing my eyes and feeling him all over me being shy hidden and with pink glossy cheeks. I was having love in my eyes in my heart. But then when this guy was done sleeping with me. He dropped me to the nearest bus stand and he stopped calling me and texting me. That’s when I realised ohh this chapter is over. I was sad and broken ofcourse and it took me 4 years to forget it all and get in the reality of this world. I did my schooling and college and now I was seeing the true world with my own eyes. Who is smart who is dumb what is right what is wrong I got to know it all later but I just feel it deep down that wish I could just stop it all and save my D day for my Mr. Perfect.I just feel and regret it the most. I don’t regret loosing my Virginity before marriage I just regret the fact that I lost it to the wrong man who wasn’t even in love with me. And what makes it worst is the face that years later now I realized that even I wasn’t in love with this man. I was moved on and did great in my life later and met so many nice people, experienced what an actual love feels like. So it makes even more worst that I lost my Virginty to a man whom even I didn’t love.Anyways I’m over it now but just sometimes deep down I always had this in my mind.
It all happened when I went to my home during my vacation. When I first saw her, I fell for her. But I kept telling myself that its not love. After all how could there be love without knowing her. Slowly we became friends and the best of friends. We were more than just friends but we both weren’t ready to accept that. She always told me how her friends tease her about me and how she scolds them. Over the period of time I got to know her. She is everything I could ask for in a girl- pretty, smart, intelligent. She is perfect example of beauty with brain. My heart was saying she also loves you but my mind never accepted. I never confessed because I never wanted to ruin our friendship. I used to read our chat when we were not talking. She always took me out for lunch, dinner. It wasI was pursuing my graduation then. We used to talk daily like friends and I loved that. But I never said anything to her. Meanwhile, my relationship status kept on changing from single to committed to single. I was in a series of relationships and all of them lasted for 5-6 months only.After graduation I moved to kolkata. I got busy with work and new friends. My phone no. changed. We were not in touch for about 6-7 months. One day I got a friend request of a girlon fb. It was her but with another name. She denied that but with certain informations in her profile I was pretty sure that it was her. Later she also confessed.Then we stayed in touch but I couldn’t express my feelings for her. Time passed and in Feb she told me about her engagement. I was shocked. I never realized that time will change our course of relationship. I was hurt. I wanted to cry but I buried everything inside my heart. That evening I took out my bike and went on a long drive. I spent the night in a road side dhaba. I came back next day, congratulated her for engagement and said in my heart “ भुला देंगे तुमको सनम धीरे धीरे “.But, sadly I can’t. I cherish all those moments spent with her. I miss her everyday. I haven’t talked to her since then. But I just wish may be in our next birth (if there is anything like that), we will be together.
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