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I’m sorry I can’t stop obsessing about a man I’ll never have. I think about him every day. No one knows but me. I have a loving, devoted husband. If there is a hell I’d end up there for imagining HIM whenever the husband makes love to me.Submitted by: Katie

I’m sorry we ended the way we had. I’m sorry i keep thinking about you and i’m sorry i miss you. I’m sorry i’m even writing this, i’m sorry i look for you on center street, you’re not worth it, not worth my sadness. I wish we could go back in time, to before i knew this side of you, to when i thought we would go out, but that’s not the way life works. If we are ever friends again, we will have to work to rebuild the shattered trust. I saw your sister yesterday, and i wished you had been there too. I miss you, and i’m sorry about that, too.

Submitted by: Ammi

i regret seeing you with her. it wouldve been better if i just didnt know.

Submitted by: Ellen

When you let me smell the perfume on your wrist, I wish I had kissed it. Just there, on that spot. For starters.Submitted by: George

I should have told you how handsome you looked today. I should have told you how much I love you. I have loved you for years and years and keeping it to myself, carrying it around, has been a hardship.

Submitted by: Natalia

I do love you and I mean to keep on loving you, but I regret that at times the very sound of your breath annoys me. Yes, just today, in fact, I wanted to smash your face in.

Submitted by: Dina

I stayed at a bed and breakfast a few weeks back and one morning a young couple sat down at the breakfast table next to my friend and I. They seemed a bit shy and out of place, and when we started speaking to them, we discovered that the man was a soldier on leave from Iraq. The worry on the woman’s face was palpable. I regret that I did not thank the both of them and make them feel welcome and comfortable. I regret that I did not express to him that I was happy to see him back home and well, and that I wished him safe return and safe completion of his mission. I hope he receives more respect and gratitude from people than he did from me on that morning.

Submitted by: Brad White

To Michelle, the older redheaded lady who lived at Adagio. I am so sorry for joining in with the other people that worked there and giving you such a hard time. You did not deserve it. I’m also sorry for calling you those horrible names. Glad that you and your husband moved somewhere else and hope that you’re happy. I’ll always remember how you handled yourself like a lady and admire you for it. Please forgive me.

Submitted by: Angie

I’m sorry

for what i’ve turned out to be

for not being the person i should have been

for following my dreams

for failing

for not believing

for not trusting again

for not forgiving

for losing this game

to give up

Submitted by: pauly

I’m sorry for being so incredibly self-involved that it never even occurred to me how much I hurt and pushed you away. I’m sorry for how I over-analyzed and nitpicked things.

Thank you for opening up my eyes about our relationship.

I’ve almost destroyed us, letting fears overwhelm me. Pushing, nagging and wanting instead of relaxing and letting nature deal with us.

Thank you for loving me enough to open it up to me and place a mirror to my face for me to step back and see what I do sometimes.

Don’t give up on us. What you told me today made me see I had no idea I had hurt you that much.

I am sorry you’ve felt I wanted you to carry my problems, I totally behaved like a dependant women, which I am not. Sometimes I get mad and frustrated at the distance between us and it comes out wrong.

I will mind my words and doings now. And please, don’t bottle things up baby, if I do wrong, call me on it. Let’s try harder to understand and communicate with each other.

And don’t let this stop us from being together. I know I’ve not always been good for you, but I want a chance. If love conquers all, it will conquer our flaws.

You’ve asked me for a second chance, now I am asking you for a second chance.

Thank you for not giving up on us.

Submitted by: T

I know that you still love me. I know that is why you will not tell me you are dating someone new. I know that you are trying to protect me. It is very sweet, but it also hurts. I wish that you did not want someone else, but I know that is foolish of me. You deserve to be happy. I only regret that you think you cannot be happy with me, that there is someone better, simpler, younger. I regret that we’ve come to a place where you cannot be honest with me.

Submitted by: Petra

The fires here in Southern California are regrettable. So many of us are adrift, sad, with nothing to say about the loss of our properties, our security — what can we say? — but if we’re lucky we’ll be forced to reach out, see things new ways, try new things. If we’re lucky, we’ll rebuild or move on.

Submitted by: Jim

I regret spending two years going to see the same pro-domme over and over again, spending much money. I regret that I fell in love with her. I regret pouring my heart out to her. I regret that she abandoned me and that I probably will never see her again. I regret that I feel sad and alone. I regret my weaknesses.

Submitted by: abandoned

I regret that women are just fundamentally dishonest. Ladies, a little honesty up front goes a long way, really it does. Right Ada?

Submitted by: David

So my mom bought a house in Hartford, CT, and moved in a little less than a month ago. My sister wasn’t going to move in with us and decided to stay with her friend. She told me our mom was going to get back together with her ex boyfriend, who is an alcoholic, a racist and an abuser. I said no way… She brought him to court and after all the hate she said to him, it’s not going to happen. I was wrong… It’s all infatuation, that jackass has no personailty, no respect and is another sexist pig. Now that I look back i feel so guilty cuz i didn’t believe hard enough that my sister was right. I feel so betrayed. Before when my mom was with him, all he did was make my life a living hell, my mom supported him, i even wanted to just kill myself to get away. Of course my mom doesn’t care what I think, after all the days i cried and she did not say one word as in “what’s wrong?” We don’t have a close relationship either, but I lived with her all my life, i did not hear one “i love you” that i can recall, and the other day i heard her say that to him, it really hurt me. I’m a teenager and i never got the love or attention i deserved… I don’t know if it was something i did. I have no one to talk to, being in a new city with brand new friends. I wish i never moved with her, she brought me here to live with that bonafied loser?? Give me a break, now i will never ever trust her again, she just lost a loyal daughter. I wouldn’t be surprised if i saw her crying for my help. She will reap what she sews.

Submitted by: La Tranquila

I don’t know what to say anymore. As I said earlier, words cannot say how sorry I am. I handled everything wrong. You say you are not mad just hurt. I think you are both. Don’t be mad at Pat. It is not his fault.

Submitted by: Penny Batson

I want to say to my dad it’s ok that I didn’t go to law school, that I’m ok. He thinks it was cowardly, that I didn’t have the nerve and that I am regretting it now, but I’m not. I’m just not like him or not the way he wants me to be and I’m sorry for that. I don’t want a job that takes over my life just for the money. I want to do something that pleases me even if I make minimum wage. I want to try to be happy, not impressive. Do you have to make bags of money and buy all sorts of crap and work all the time and drink with men who are doing the same, making jokes about their shitty jobs and lonely wives, to be happy?

Submitted by: Steve

I cannot stop loving you. I’m sorry, Sara. I wish I could. I know it wears on you. It does on me too.

Submitted by: Joe

I am sorry to my sister. I have never liked her as much as I wished I did. I love her but I find liking her hard. She is always hard on me and our mom. She always seems to want more than we can give her. We always come up short somehow. I would do almost anything for her but be someone I am not.

Submitted by: Linda

I was too hard on you, Mom. I expected too much. I held you up for things you did years ago and did not step up when you needed me. I was a grown man and I was holding you up for things done to a kid.  If I could have let it go and stepped up and showed you how much I loved you, will always love you, I’d feel like a different man now. I’d be able to trust that I was a good man and not just a small one.

Submitted by: Rich