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I regret the day I allowed myself to get on a plane and leave Los Angeles. Someone I cared for and who cared for me deeply fell by the wayside because “compromise” wasn’t part of my vocabulary. I regret the simplicity of it all.

Submitted by: Scott

sometimes i regret the day i fell in love with you, Chris. all you have caused is pain in my life since you dumped me for someone in Atlanta. you may say you still love me and we needed more than love to save our relationship, but that does not take the hurt away.

you took four months away from me. four months of not being able to get out of bed in the morning. four months of “what ifs”. four months of panicking i’d run into you on the street and how i would react. four months, Chris, FOUR MONTHS! it may not seem like a lot but it was an eternity to me.

you may say someday we’re getting back together but that is NOT going to happen. not after what you put me through. the pain. oh the pain i’ve been through. and i don’t want that again. you had your chance, Chris, and you blew it. big time. I was the best thing to walk into your life and you kicked me to the curb like some stray dog.

Submitted by: Jim

i regret that one last drink that later in the evening led me to inflate your already over-inflated ego.  for the record, it was about sex, not love.  i’m not longing for the relationship we had.  it was horrible, dear. Submitted by: Charlie

not reaching out and being myself

not being able to quit smoking

sleeping with Ernie

lying

Submitted by: Sarah

I regret sleeping with Steve P. and ruining a friendship with you, Cat. I didn’t learn anything. I regret lusting after Rich… for two years. I am sorry, Meg. I regret hurting friends and my sister over men who were already involved. I regret pining away for another man when I was pregnant with our baby. I wish I had learned to be more honest and loyal long before I started having sex or making children. Thank god I haven’t married anyone! I wish I listened to people more and cared more about their feelings. I don’t want to regret having no one special in my life one day because I was a faithless slut.Submitted by: Emily

I gave my everything to my ex-husband. He was the only man who made me laugh at every situation, who got me through many rough patches and who loved me for who I was. We were married for 10 years no kids. 2 weeks after our 10 year anniversary is when he told me that he is no longer in love with me. I was in shock. I see this happen in movies but never thought it would happen to me. He fell in love online with a girl who lives in Brazil and speaks another language. I kept thinking “who is going to love me now?” My family was and is still upset with how he hurt me. He was not in love with me for months and then decided to tell me. He wasn’t the best kisser or the best lover, but he was the best friend and deepest connection I have ever had.

Submitted by: Maggie

Elaine: When I saw you the other day, I wanted to tell you how well you looked. You’ve been sick for so long and have never talked to me about it, but you are my neighbor and I know you know I know. I have seen your hair go and come back. And then last week on a mild day, leaves raining down in our yards, you passed the end of my drive where I was raking. I looked up to color in your cheeks and a contented expression on your face. You said your friendly hello and I said mine. You said, “It’s almost over.” You meant fall, and then I watched you walk away. I wanted so much to call after you, “You look so well.” Or beautiful, because that was right too, but I didn’t. I was shy about your privacy. I wish I hadn’t been.

Submitted by: L.K.

I wish I hadn’t voted for the people who have got us into a war with no end — for the liberals and the conservatives both who lacked the guts to stand apart. Who will fix this mess now?

Submitted by: Jim

I am healthy. Or mostly. I am loved, have even had great love, the kind that makes everything seem just a backdrop to it.  I have all my basic needs taken care of — regular meals, a roof over my head, and more.  A pretty good job thing — I’m paid well for hard work.  I have fine clothes and shoes, too many fine clothes and shoes in fact.  And yet, most of the time, all I see is deficit. The clutter of my apartment, the inadequacy of my closets. That my friends are not more attentive; my lover not more romantic.  Or that I am not more perfectly made, more effortlessly attractive. That I am not younger.  I see what’s missing to such an extent that I cannot see what’s here, all this bounty, within reach, mine to love, to claim, to feel the texture of, to improve on, should that be necessary, with care, with family feeling, or in the way of long-term relationships.  Most of the time, I just cannot see all these gifts, take them in, cannot say my thanks. I regret that so.

Submitted by: Ivy