iRegret.net

im sorry that i went to rehab and got clean. im sorry i havent called, but im fully aware there is or will be another girl buying your next hit. im sorry you were a using friend and we met under sad circumstances and smoked away any relationship that could have been. i regret that i cannot have you in my life anymore. i wish i could be your everything as you become the man i know is in there. im sorry i love you and i regret even more that you love me to.

Submitted by: Sara

I regret acting so foolish and throwing all caution to the wind. I am sorry I asked you to go outside your comfort zone and I hope you don’t think I’m a complete whore for behaving that way. I have never cheated on anyone. I fell for you hard back then and I’m falling hard again. This is a hard time for me right now and I am ashamed of the things I say to you, it’s just that I feel this magnetism toward you. I want to lie in your arms and feel your breath on my neck. You will always have a special place in my heart.

Submitted by: Silly Willy Girl

I regret not to have said “Bonjour” back when we both see each other on the Place Royale. You seem to be such a nice person… I just didn’t understand how lucky I was and I thought you were talking to the family behind me. I saw you twice in the same day maybe the third time will be the good one…I hope so… written in SGL, Yvelinnes, France

Submitted by: Silly-french-brown-hair boy w/ green shirt, mallow trousers, pilot sunglasses

I regret not giving you that note that i wanted to. I regret not apologizing correctly. I’m sorry for all i put you through. I’m sorry things turned out this way. I’m sorry that our first REAL christmas as a family was our last. this is what the note said “Ryan: im sorry things happened the way they did. for all we put you through. but when you asked me to pray for you and mom to stay together, i didnt. instead i prayed that you would heal quickly, and get over us. that you would someday marry, and have that little boy you have always wanted; in spite of everything that YOU have done to me, i still want you to be happy. you deserve that much. and i forgive you.”

Submitted by: Your (ex) step-daughter

I’m so sorry you can’t forgive me. I thought we were close enough, that we mattered to one another enough to forgive. My offense wasn’t that great — I let myself be provoked, got paranoid; it had been a rough week; I am not perfect and don’t mean to be. I reached out to you. I apologized. Was eager to. I’d do so again if you’d talk to me. And while I want you to do what you have to do to feel right in your skin, to feel safe, I think I deserved better.

Submitted by: Colette

Was it a waste of time? Did we learn anything, really? Did we ever love one another? And with enough passion? I thought we did, but now, I don’t know. Was I not who you thought I was? Did we change? Was it circumstance? Were we never very well matched? Why is it I still see you as my husband, when you are not, not now? As my hero, when you aren’t and maybe never were, not really. I burdened you. I did not mean to. You resented me. You couldn’t help it. I believed in for better or for worse. It may be too much to ask of someone – to handle the worst, to want to.

What do we do with this sort of stuff? All the questions and how they run on a loop. You’re not here anymore, with me, within reach. None of your stuff is here. My closest friend. The person who knows me best. Who knows my body, sick and healthy. Now we have to work hard at being strangers. At space and distance.  At keeping secrets. At fending off memories, too much intimacy. It is the oddest thing. Cruel. More often than not, love is no gift, no salvation. It’s a test of your mettle. It’s work. It’s letting go of things, letting go of him over and over.

Submitted by: Divorcée

Gloria F, I regret not raping you in that hotel room. What kind of woman makes out with someone, agrees to go to a hotel, strips and then changes her mind? Only the fact that people knew where you were and that even the hint of an arrest would have ended my job prevented me from killing you on the spot. Congratulations, you’re still alive.Submitted by: D

I regret leaving my neighborhood and moving to Bay Ridge. I have never met a more dead neighborhood and its killing me.

Submitted by: David

I am so sorry that there was nothing I could do to keep George W. Bush out of the White House. I knew about his tapeworms, avarice, greed, cowardice, bigotry, ignorance and “Compassionate Conservatism” before his election since I am a native Texan and not an ivy-league import for political purposes. I never thought I’d have to be ashamed to be an American, but that was before my beloved country and my tax dollars under this president launched a pre-emptive attack on the Iraqi people and followed it with mass-murder, torture and illegal occupation abroad and illegal spying and suppression of dissent and voter rights here within the United States. For the first time in my long life I have to blush and hang my head in shame because I am an American. I’m so very sorry.Submitted by: Don McCasland

i’m sorry i told you i loved you. i’m sorry i thought you cared. i’m sorry i acted like you cared. but you didn’t. yea…i’m pretty much sorry for meeting you. and for crying for you. i’m sorry for wanting you. and most of all, for leaving you.

Submitted by: soki

we once ruled our street together. burnouts, wheelies, slides and skids, we did it all. but i grew up and abandoned you. sorry, bigwheel. i regret growing up.

To My Beloved Dog:

I regret being angry and impatient with you. I didn’t know how sick you were. When I look back, my heart breaks because your last few months should have been happier. I love you my big boy. I am so sorry that I lost you. I miss you so very much. If I could, I would bring you back to me.

Submitted by: Sad Lady

I regret living a lie for 37 yrs. For not having any courage to live the way I wanted to. My parents my kids my husband ruled me. Now I am too old to do anything, no one will want me or really, I don’t want anyone, just want to be left alone and quite no one around. I can’t think straight. Why can’t I be happy? I am fat and ugly. I regret losing 2 of my children to depression. I can’t help them. I am there too. No more thinking, taking sleeping pills every nite to sleep so I don’t lay and think.

Submitted by: Salty

Dear sweet friend: How I so harshly and stupidly destroyed what I deem the most important thing in all the world. Your friendship in my life.

I tried to contact you on Yelp but either you’re ignoring me or have done the block thing, so I just wanted to give one more try of saying I’m sorry.

I did like you more than a friend and I was having a feeling that you were dating someone else but for some reason or another did not tell me. For better or worse of why you did it does not matter to me. What matters is I’ll live with this albatross, this feeling that I should have let it slide and value our friendship because I was so overwhelmed with happiness every time you gave me notice, how ever small. I’m just not good with words, I’m more visual. I wish I could take a picture of something like an angel’s back far in the distance getting smaller because she’s going and never to be seen again, ever in my eyes.

I’ll always miss you, Tiffany 🙁

Submitted by: Brandon

My dearest and sweetest Man (you know why I write man with capital), I’m totally in love with you… I can’t forget you and it hurts. I’m dreaming of you day and night. But, I don’t know if you like me or not, and I will give my life to find out. Anyway, Andrew, if you read these words please send me an e-mail… I have your e-mail address, but my fear is stronger… I regret I didn’t tell you truth about my real feelings and now I’m so sad. I’m sorry for all stupid games!

Submitted by: he knows who I am

im sorry i havent called you, youve moved on but i still miss you, you were the first friend i truly ever considered a friend, i hate that i still think that when you moved schools it was your job to contact me. im sorry that thing that slims across the earth got in our way, im sorry he controlled my life and made sure you were out of it, im sorry

Submitted by: adrianna

im sorry for regret, im sorry that its too late, im sorry for her, im sorry for him, im sorry for the tears, im sorry for the feared, im sorry that youre hurt, im sorry that i am too, im sorry theres pain, im sorry that its in vain, im sorry for the lies, im sorry for the itch, im sorry for the unsticthed, im sorry for sadness, im sorry for the carelessness, im sorry for the hurt, im sorry you walked away

Submitted by: adrianna

I’m sorry for all this.  Monday’s message.  The longer, tangled history among the three of us.  My central role in allowing the situation to continue, to grow more complicated, to fester.

I’ve been foolish and created a situation in which I’ve hurt the people closest to me, for whom I care the most.  You’ve been so supportive and understanding and flexible.  And I’ve hurt you.  I’m sorry.

As I’ve told you in other times and places, I seem to be destined to live the old adage (was it Goethe’s) that life first gives the test and then teaches the lesson.  Why is it?  Why do I always come to the lesson late?  It’s good for me — I grow — but others are hurt mightily in the process.

The “I” in thinking that way is also part of the problem.  You’re one among many (though the one who knows me best) who has said over the years how selfish I am.  I’ve laughed off such appraisals, or even embraced them as somehow a badge of my commitment to other work.  But the point has finally been driven home.

My lessons now are two.  I’ve been selfish and negligent when it comes to others for far too long.  With my time and emotions and focus.  Looking around both at the people I’ve hurt and the priorities I’ve pursued instead, that’s pretty clear.

But I’m also realizing now that part of the problem is simply the lack of urgency with which I’ve engaged others or tried to act on the lesson that others are important.  Life is short.  The second lesson is that people deserve to know, in the moment, that they are priorities.

You’ve deserved to know how important you are to me.  How beautiful.  How constant.  And how I can’t imagine my life without you. That’s been sadly lacking.

Instead, I sent you the message I did. Instead, I created the situation that led me to send that message.  And I just looked the other way as you were being hurt.

It was selfish and stupid. I’m so very sorry.  Hopefully I can really embrace the lessons and do better.  You deserve that and always have.

Submitted by: B

If I hadn’t left, gone off to do my own thing, blow things off, thinking you’d be there like always when I got back, you’d still be alive. If I could have stayed with you, everything might be different now. I thought life wasn’t like that, this hard. I thought you’d outlive me.

Submitted by: Aidan

I regret the day Paris Hilton was born.

Submitted by: Anybody in their right mind

I have a good friend whose mother isn’t good to her, and though my friend’s an adult and a long way from a childhood that was circuitous, stingy, shaming, even though she does not speak to this woman her mother, she feels the hurts still; her mother still affects her. My friend, my beautiful, accomplished friend, carries around what it was not to be loved well, enough. I wish I could take that burden from her. I wish she or I knew better how to protect her from that chill her mother put in her.

Submitted by: Grace

I regret that Giuliani isn’t in prison.  If I were king for a day, I would re-deploy the extraordinary rendition program to spirit away some politically dangerous (or profoundly stupid) Americans before shutting the thing down.  Maybe they could fly him to Mexico — to be with some of those on the other side of the electronic fence he’s campaigning be built.Submitted by:  NYer who lived through the 90s

im sorry i hit you, tammy. i never thought id hit a woman. you were yelling. your finger was in my face. you said things. that excuses nothing. i lost my mind. my sense of right. i may not have a right to ask but i keep asking: forgive me. forgive me. forgive me.

I regret thinking that my life would be better without you.  I miss you still so much.

Submitted by: John

So I see this woman struggling with her parcels, her grocery bags, her dry cleaning. She’s not old, maybe late forties. I’m a female thirty-something. I’m taking a walk, as I do; it’s a lovely day; my hands are free; and I think she may need help there. So I offer, can I help? She tells me no. “Do I look like I can’t handle this?” I say that’s not it. I just wanted to make it a shade easier for her, just wanted to help. “Well, I don’t need it.” I walk away. I rather regret that exchange.

Submitted by: Good Intentions