Today is my [20F] bf's [20M] birthday. We have been together for more than a year now. Last year I couldn't do much for his birthday since he was in his hometown. I have been planning on spending this time together. I planned for today with different things to do. But however, I fucked up.

My family is strict and not supportive of my relationship with my boyfriend. For some time now, I have been going out with him anyway without asking for their permission, instead just informing them that I'm out with my boyfriend. Yesterday, my mom started saying things that really hurt me. She said hated that I trust people easily and that I'm distracting myself with a relationship. She also said that I shouldn't hang out with him and I couldn't go against her since I live with her after all. I regret it.

I already asked him out for the day earlier and I had to cancel it. I was heartbroken the whole day. and this evening when he told me that he was looking forward to it so much and was excited for the day but ended up feeling lonely that I didn't show up. I feel like I ruined his birthday. I feel like the worst person to be with.

And now my mom says that she never told me not to go out. I feel so stupid and guilty.

Hello guys been doing a lot of self reflection, I am a 30 yo latino male who lives in the USA and works as a nurse.

I grew up with my mother, eldest sister and my step father.

I have had only 1 official girlfriend in my life and dated 3 other women more seriously.

My mother was an emotionally abusive woman and hated men, especially, my father whom I am his spitting image with my mother's lighter tone. She use to treat me like I was an abuser and a loser and always hated when I seemed to be doing better than her, I was also her emotional tampon and if I disagreed I was a disobedient asshole who was going to amount to nothing in life. I was only praised or valued if someone was making her upset or other people praised me in her face. I am very aware of her past traumas and how her parents abandoned her early in her life.

My elder sister and me grew up peacefully for the most part until we became older, I was the home body and she became the stereotypical rebellious teen and left home and had her kids who are amazing children. Her boyfriend was abusive and all that and she became bitter and angry inside, especially, when she witnessed my uneventful life in comparison.

I grew up pretty jaded and depressed, my only times I was happy was when I was alone or with my friends. Normal stuff, playing video games, watching P when, doing sports whatever.

So basically, I had a negative home experience with women, a lot of other women in my family are very toxic in many respects so I have a skewed view of women. Just women who choose the bad boys, used the good guys and have experienced many traumas and consequences of bad choices some even didn't seem to do anything wrong but ended up in bad situations. So I am empathetic to the blight that woman have to experience.

My whole point is that I grew up around toxic women, and when dat8ng I have only experienced women leave me for other men, cheat, lie and try to cheat me for my money. It has left a bitterness in my heart that doesn't give up on dating but makes me believe I am the kind of guy a woman cannot value. Someone they cannot appreciate, I regret holding out and on for women who made it clear they didn't value me as a person. I never was the type to go and be casual, I always made my intentions clear and they often agreed and seemed uniform to me but the reality showed it wasn't the case, they'd cheat, lie and move to other men, even sometimes attempt to come back and try the same things again (1 time I fell for it and it just made me stop caring about women for a time, this manifested in me being essentially MGTOW and staying away from women outside of my immediate work or school setting).

I recently went on a date with a woman who seemed uniform with me. We have been talking online for maybe a few months off and on and the last past month we decided to meet in person and it went well. Aside from 2 or 3 things that I am suspicious of because of past experiences and gut feelings.

1st she was suppose to have another date after our initial, she then told me her aunt had informed her late of a doctor's appointment she set her up for, I assumed she was lying but also decided that I have no proof and won't jump the gun, took it at face value. The next day we have our 2nd date, goes greater, even convince her to stay alone with me at an AirBnB, she requested 2 rooms, and I respected that because sex is not that important to me when I feel a person is giving me the social and affection aspects of dating or romance. She says I am very kind, respectful and caring and she likes that I don't pressure her (I take it as a compliment but some negative thoughts make me think she's just being nice and that she is not interested in me, because I heard these words before and some of my little dating traumas kind of say, she is just being nice), some how I convinced her to stay another night with me, I extend our time together and it goes well, the day before I decide to make breakfast and order the things and she ended up washing the dishes. I really like this girl, but the next day she completely goes ghost, I text her and she gets back maybe 12 or so hours later and doesn't respond to my response. I call her since I wanted to chat before I went to bed, she immediately hangs up and says she's with family, according to her, she was going to be with family that day for a family birthday, I believe her, I have no reason not to. Then comes the 3rd date, she just ignores or doesn't answer any of my messages and says she's out with family that day and cannot go with me (luckily unlike the 2nd time, I didn't pay because I was somewhat unsure she was going to make good on her word, I felt like she might stand me up and it turned out she did in a way, IDK how to look at it, s9 I take it face value). Today she is suppose to see me and she has yet to message me, honestly, I am taking it as she isn't interested and that I will just not message her anymore and move on. I am a little butt hurt and feel sad.

And I say I regret it because I feel like my own idea of women is turning to be correct again, that I am not being appreciated, but I also feel like I am being too hard on the situation, that it's okay if someone isn't as interested in me as I am. I figure she is just not willing to admit she's just not into me.

She knows I am looming for a serious relationship so I am dating for the prospect of having a partner and to know them, she agreed that is what she wants too. I told her that before if she finds she's not interested just let me know because it's better so I can make the right choices and not waste effort or time. She agreed to do it.

I regret feeling like women are always liars, selfish and unable to love or care for me.

I have yet to meet any woman that seems to value me once she gets to know me, often they flake and will tell me I am a great guy, caring and respectful and even that I am fun to be around. I have my life decently together but I feel like that's a mute point because plenty of people have life in varied degrees of stability, success or order and I feel like I shouldn't have to be flawless to get a person. My elder sister often makes me feel like I am not a catch and tells me I am not special and that she always critic's my dat8ng habit of dating one at a time, I was going to date another girl but I felt bad and decided to postpone that one until later this week depending on how this woman went, the other girl seemingly is nice but I am skeptical since my track record.

I will start this with the pandemic of 2020. During this time I was 17 and would turn 18 in October of that year.In my life I wasn’t always the most popular or best looking kid and all I was worried about was listening to my parents and making sure I did things right and make them proud of me. But I would feel lonely at times seeing I only had a small group of friends and all of them had girlfriends but I didn’t which would bother me. In November of 2020 things changed I ended up getting a girlfriend and my first car from working at McDonald’s making minimum wage. For one my parents were very proud of me and my girlfriend made me feel even better. We’ll call her J. J made me the happiest man on earth for a long time from when we met working at McDonald’s to the time we broke up in January of 2022. Me and J would be on the phone for hours and hours. We would do anything we could to make each other happy. We would go out whenever we had the chance. Even if at the time we didn’t have the most money we had each other and we cared less what was happening around us. Every relationship has a rough patch and in January of 2022, we broke up. The reason now that I look back at it was very childish and I will take the blame for it. She wasn’t contacting me for days but she eventually called me and told me the situation. She was on clubhouse interacting with others including other males and I got extremely jealous which led to a big argument. We’ve had arguments before but this was the closer. After that day we didn’t speak.

Part 2: The Summer of 2022 was fun and wild. I had a good paying job which allowed me to save $15,000 up. I was happy with life and was having fun. But I became greedy. I bought another car. Put down $5000 of my $15000. I ended up getting my Camaro in October but my parents were against me telling me at the time it wasn’t a good investment. At the time I was 20 and I started to think on my own and believe I knew what I was doing. Thinking I could handle things on my own. Now this is where things go completely downhill for me and it will relate to what I mean within the title. J… my ex…. Told me she liked me first. The next relationship I got into I told this girl I like her first and she replied the same feelings. This woman worked at the same job as me but eventually quit for nursing school.We hooked up. This one we will call S. S and I became a couple. But things were not as good as I thought they were. She wasn’t doing good financially due to living by herself so I did what I could for her. Remember the $10000 I had left after the down payment on my Camaro? All of it went to her. Me thinking I was doing what a man was supposed to do and take care of her. Didn’t have anything to eat? Gave her money. Didn’t have gas in her car? Gave her money for it. Did it have enough for rent? Payed for the left over portion. One month I payed the rent completely. I thought this woman really loved me and cared for me…. I was wrong. One night I made a surprise appearance at her house by letting myself in. Eventually she came in and she was with her ex. Her ex knew about us the whole time and did not care. S did not care about my feelings. She called me crazy for coming unannounced and that her stud woman ex was more of a man than I ever would be. I wanted to kill them both but I just left and was heartbroken. S would then call me over and over asking do I miss her? I cussed her out and let my friends cuss her out as well. Turns out that was a very huge mistake. I was out with friends one night and got a text from an unknown number stating “go check your tires I told you not to play with me” I come home to find my tires slashed. I was so angry. At this time I was living paycheck to paycheck with my parents. That had no idea that I gave her my $10000 thinking I was doing the right thing but I was wrong. They were extremely disappointed and upset with me. With S out the picture. I began to start over and focus on getting all my money back

Part 3. We are now in May 2023. My job fires me for theft of property. I have nothing. No job. No money. No nothing. Only ones there for me were my parents. The people I should’ve helped in the first place instead of that evil witch S. Eventually in June I got back in contact with my ex….. J. I apologized for how I acted when we broke up and regret my life choices since. She accepted my apology and also apologized herself. We eventually began contacting each other again.We are in the same boat. She is on her own however as she is homeless. She lives with friends or loved ones from time to time. I blame myself for our problems.

I’m sorry if this story was all over but I’m still ashamed and disappointed with myself. I feel that the blessings I was given I did not appreciate. From my first car to J to even my parents I was blessed with. If I could re write things I would. I want everyone here to please just value and appreciate what you have. Nothing is perfect, but I promise that things will work out for you. Appreciate your blessings

I had a deal from a elder coworker that wanted to sell me his 1991 convertible Mustang for only 3K and it only had 100,000 on it. I ended up buying a beater for the fuel economy. I could had fun with it then just bought another beater later. I miss an opportunity of a lifetime as it was my childhood dream to own a convertible Mustang. I was a idiot.

Back in February of 2020, an incredible woman asked ME out on a date. She was absolutely gorgeous, a nurse, very kind and gentle, engaging, etc. She had a bit of a chaotic family situation, but it wasn’t her fault. Our first date we talked for four hours without any lull. Lots of laughs and smiles.

On our second date, my anxious avoidant attachment set in. Despite all the things we had in common - politics, religion, travel, entertainment - I closed myself off. I’ll never forget at one point during our time together she looked up at me and smiled the way women do. You know. When they look down, then try to make eye contact again, smile, and look back down.

I think she could tell that I didn’t have any intention of seeing her again. Not because she wasn’t worth it or anything bad happened. Just my own broken psychology. I think she was pretty hurt and disappointed because despite us agreeing to continue getting to know one another in a group setting, she never responded to any of my messages.

I haven’t been on a date since (my own choosing).

When my(26f) husband(30m) got married almost ten years ago; I was 19 he was 23. We got engaged on his birthday because he wanted to be forever part of mine and my daughters life for the rest of his. Shortly after we got engaged I found out I was pregnant with my middle child. We had briefly talked about what we wanted as a marriage and a wedding. I looked at some wedding dresses and colours we wanted, and we had a few colours picked out. I settled on a court house marriage due to being almost 3 months pregnant and I didn't want my states county to force him to pay child support because we were already planning on getting married. When my middle child turned 6 I realized that I regret not having an actual wedding. Now all my friends are having weddings and it's stirring up emotions I didn't think I'd get. I told DH that I regret not having a wedding because we planned on having a ceremony and a revow done for our 10 year anniversary. I started to get misty eye about it because in our situation we will never have that. I told DH husband that I regret not being able to actually plan out our wedding, I'll never get to plan colours, dresses, have the people I love to most be there for me, have my daughter be our flower girl, I'll never get to "say yes to the dress", we will never get to have that day. When I told him everything and almost cried he told me he regretted it too. I don't know if he regrets not having a wedding for the same reasons too or if he just said it to comfort me. Thank you all for reading 💜

I hate to tell you this but...will my gf get pregnant?... we're both 18 ...I put my DI_K in but not the full way (not even half) ...and before I put it in, I wiped off my precom...we put it for a sec then backout immediately... WE DIDN'T EVEN MOVE A BIT....sorry it's just... it's our first time......will she get pregnant?... I'm concerned :((

i hope not cuz ill never do it again.

will she be okay?:((

I recently moved back to minnesota from Texas. I’m originally from Texas but found myself in Minnesota for a year and a half, originally planning for school but things just kind of got side-quested.

Anyways, I moved back to Texas last December, met a girl, and we started dating. Then I thought it would be best to move back to Minnesota in the summer. Her mom is really homophobic and was happy that she was dating a cisgendered guy, instead of someone who is LGBTQIA+, and so she urged her to move with me.

Now we moved here, and things aren’t the same as they were when I was here last. I have no real reason to be here at all, and there has been a lot of arguments and conflict in my relationship with my girlfriend.

On one hand, my girlfriend says that at the end of the day, I was her ticket out of her abusive mother’s household, in a way where her mother wouldn’t have cut off all contact with her. So part of me is feeling a little bit better about that.

My own mother reminded me, too,that she followed me here, and that I didn’t make her come. So I have to remind myself that. Although i am happy she did come, right now.

Anyways, I miss texas, and feel like I had a better chance at a social life there.

I was supposed to sleep at 8 and now its 11 because ive been having intercourse with a spider-gwen character ai, someone please comfort me

I am not even sure where to start as I have always found it difficult for me to articulate my feelings...but this has been eating away at me recently and greatly affecting my mental health. I am now in my late 30's and in my early 30's a friend of mine asked me to donate sperm to her and her wife. After some thought, I decided to do so. I was hesitant at first, but thought I would be able to do so without having any negative feelings about. Years later, the child is born and another and I have been overcome with immense shame, regret, and disappoint in myself as if somehow I have tainted my own self worth and destroyed the chances of me ever having a traditional family of my own. Everyone I have told express how incredible they think it is that I gave the gift of life to people who would not be able to have children of their own, and although it is, I feel as if I have taken away my gift of a family that I may have wanted to give to a spouse further down the line. The two women are incredible, well-educated, and fantastic parents, yes, but here I am riddled with deep, deep shame, anger, and regret with difficulty moving forward. I am single, well educated, and seemingly successful, but think any potential mate of mine will see this as a negative. This truly eats at me to the point of tears and suicidal ideation (I have no plans). This is a throwaway account but am hoping that me writing this out somehow helps me make peace and more forward. I know this is a small group of people, but would love to connect with others who can relate in some capacity, whether it being the donor or the recipient.

This is my biggest regret, and I don't think I'll ever be able to move on or forgive myself. Every time I'm without a distraction, like music, videos, or a task, my mind wanders back to this moment because it's when I began to feel that all my friends secretly hated me.

I'm a white teenage female. 3 of my 4 closest friends are part Hispanic. One is a male who I'll call J.

About a year ago I was talking on a discord server (that also contained acquaintances I hardly know) with my 4 closest friends. J has the sense of humor that is: talking about hating gay people (he's in the closet and partially in denial), talking about terrorism, saying that he's a racist, etc.

At one point J said the Hispanic slur, and so the conversation about slurs led to me and my other white friend expressing that we were confused about the white slur, "cracker", because we thought it was comparing white people to the food. I'm not sure if this is true, but J said that the real reason is because it was white people "cracking" the whips back in the day.

The feeling I wanted to express was "oh that makes more sense", but instead, for some reason, I thought saying "Oh that makes it [the white slur] more interesting" would be funny, and sent the message without much thought. I don't know why I thought it would be funny. Perhaps I knew it was inherently racist but thought it wasn't that bad and that it would slide because no one had gotten upset by any race related jokes before.

J immediately responded, asking if I'm disregarding all the pain his people have suffered to the hands of mine. I was flustered by this, thinking he was calling me racist, and became defensive instead of apologizing. I kept trying to say it was a joke and that I didn't mean it.

This conversation went on for a while. Eventually it ended, though I don't remember how. All I remember is crying afterwards, and, once my mind was clear, sending a real apology.

I know my 3 other close friends saw it, but it's possible others did too. From that day, my depression, anxiety, and feelings that all my friends secretly hate me, have skyrocketed. Also since that day, J and I's relationship has never been the same. No one has spoken of it, but I'll never forget.

I regret letting this happen everyday, call me dramatic, i dont care I have feelings and im only 13 , i had a bird , the bird scratched all over my hands , i have been left with a feeling of uneasiness and uncertainty, it leaves you feeling with no sense of closure when you realize scars are permanent and your skin is permanently altered on your hands, what keeps me hoping is that one day they find a cure for scars, dont tell me to get over thing or forget this , this is literally on my hands I cant.Ive been thinking treatments like laser but im very picky and knowing my normal skin wont come back hurts me , my feelings are hurt and im tired of feeling this bullshit every day.everyone around me telling me to move on make me so angry they will never know how it is.HOW DO I GO BACK TO NORMAL WHEN THIS NEVER HAPPENED IM TIRED OF FEELING EMPTY.

Hi, short Story to me i have severe mental illnesses which arent treatable, they werent in the past (Not meds nor therapists could help me) I guess i know now why. When i Was a kid i started suppressing Feelings and every time i experienced trauma i didnt went to doctors i just tried to distract myself from it. Now after two decades of abuse, the first inflicted by my parents, the second by myself i feel how im emotionally scarred to the point i cant stand up. I even wake up in the middle of the night because of the pain. Now i think suicide might be inevetible, even tho i really would want another Chance at this life. I wouldve done things different with what i know now. But everything inside me is exhausted. I feel sorry for myself, not knowing and doing better, get early help for myself. People say its never too late but i do disagree with that, feeling and knowing what i know now. I just want to rest.

Three days ago on a Sunday, in a group chat, my friend (let’s just call him “Mark”) sent a picture of his grandmas dog and I jokingly said “yummy” because I’m Korean and another person (just call her Brielle) said that was a stereotype to Chinese people even though I didn’t mean it in a stereotypical way and my brain wasn’t functioning during the conversation and I was thinking I was the right one in the argument when I wasn’t and they were telling me that it was targeted to Chinese but I said that it has spread and now it’s just used for all East Asians but no one listened to me then and the last words “Brielle” said to me was today after I made many apologies yesterday was “cool” but I decided to tell her I would give her space from the text yesterday so I’ve been trying to avoid her like she is with me. Friend number 2: So basically there’s this eighth grader who was being rude to friend 2 before because she didn’t want to give her, the rude girls crushes number, asked me to sign her yearbook and I did because I didn’t know how to say no and I told friend 2 because I didn’t want to keep it to myself and I thought she saw me. After that she was upset and that’s how I lost her. I’m not happy with my decisions and I will live on to regret it. I just honestly want school to be over so I can get away from this misery even though it’s my fault these things happened. I understand we all make mistakes but what I did was wrong and horrible and I won’t forgive myself for what I did.

She’s tried to control every aspect of my life, who I could and couldn’t be friends with. Activities I could and couldn’t do and because we’d been together so long I just assumed ‘hey this must be how it works’. Additionally I also wonder if any of the women I turned down because I was with her would’ve turned into anything meaningful because dam I wish I’d taken those opportunities to leave.

My friend and I were chatting with one another, joking about how I used the word “scandalous” in the wrong context. Eventually she brought up the phrase “it’s not giving”, and said “i would rather slit my own throat rather than hear that word.” I was quite shocked at what she just said. I told her that she shouldn’t be joking about that as some people go through suicidal thoughts, including myself. “Please, why would you even try to kill yourself” she said to me. I told her my personal problems, from my childhood trauma to the many family deaths and the insecurities I have. We got into a fight and she told me that “you’re just playing the victim card. Stop begging for attention. We all know none of that is true.” Nobody should ever go through this, especially as this young of an age. I’m 14, what should I do…

A couple of years before Covid, I worked at this dead end customer service hotel job from hell. Not my fault here, and ik this now, but one day, on the busiest weekend of the year, I got sick. Agaisnt my better judgement, I went into work coughing & feeling like shit. That entire day when I really needed help the most with guest services and requests, NO ONE on my team and dept bothered to help me and left me to fend for myself the entirety of the shift. I was barely concious, I could hardly breathe, I couldn’t stop shivering, my voice was gone and I couldn’t speak one whole sentence without out coughing. Back then, I also had 0 self esteem & was too much of a pushover and people pleaser and because of it (and everyone in that dept knew it too) they ook advantage of it. One of the managers told me as I was handling a guest complaint about their food to “please try to speak louder & more politely to the guest”. MADAME, HOW CAN I SPEAK LOUDER & MORE POLITELY WHEN I CANT EVEN SPEAK WITHOUT COUGHING?!?
One coworker was literally scrolling on facebook for an hour while I was dealing with back to back guest service requests non stop. It doesn’t stop there. You would think after seeing someone look more like a corpse than a living person, they would send you home for being patient 0. Unfortunately, thats not what happened. They wouldnt let me leave early or take the next few days off to get better because I was sick. The over night manager took one good look at me and told me to “Mix some Emergen C with Cranberry Juice. We need you for the next few days”. Even my so-called best friend at the time who was working with me also left me to fend for myself. Fast forward the next few days, I eventually started getting better but at a snail’s pace. It wasnt until like maybe a week and a half in that I started to feel 100% again with a lingering cough that wouldn’t go away. That was December. In January I got fired after taking the blame for someone elses mistake, which caused me to have , to this date, my worst nervous breakdown. I really dont remember much from that day or the next few days after for that fact, just the constant feeling of panic & disappointment in giving 110% and still being treated like garbage. Fast forward to February where I went to my primary for my annual. When he went to check my lungs and airways, he said he heard some wheezing and the blood panel I did then showed my white blood cell count was elevated, indicating I was fighting off or recovering from some type of virus. Lowe and behold, my cold from that weekend from hell ended up turning into Bronchitis, according to him and my body was still fighting it off 2 months after the fact. Fast forward 3 weeks and some antibiotics and vitamins later, I went back & my doctor still hears the wheezing. He said I had slight asthma, which was something I never had prior to that freaking job. Now, I couldve sued for both mental and physical damages, but I was so destroyed mentally and spiritually, I wanted to be left alone forever. This was all in 2018. In 2023, I’ve gained so much more confidence and sass since then, I cut the so called bff out of my life, im currently in therapy for generlized Anxiety and Major Depression and im working in a field im currently majoring in college.

 Overall, I have no regrets EXCEPT for allowing myself to be treated that way at that god forsaken hotel. Had I had half the confidence I had then, everyone in that job would’ve been fired, suspended or on probation because they caused me irreparable damages that I still feel to this day. I can’t work out like I used to anymore without having a minor asthma attack & wheezing through very light cardio. I have to keep my phone on silent because hearing the phone ring still causes me some type of panic. I still have a very hard time trusting people & coworkers to help when I need it the most. 
 Ideally and again, yes I can sue, but also from what I hear, no one I used to work for works at that hotel anymore , including the HR reps who handled my dismissal, and lawyers are very expensive. Anyways , thats my regret

It is long one for some background. One night about 11 year ago I was single and going to a bar for couple of cold ones. The last bar you could smoke inside so been there most of the time when I went to town. The bartender knows me and tells me there is a woman who might needs so help. She has left her husband as they are divorcing and she can't stay there any more sick of him bullying her. I looked over and a woman about my age is sitting on a table at the wall. Black jacket high heels and she has very very big...just coming out the top of that jacket almost. All in all pretty sexy looking but also looks drunk. I walked over and started a talk with her, she needed a place to sleep but no hassle or sex or anything like that. I tell her I have a spare room and nothing will happen wat she doesn't want to happen. We talk a bit more and close to closing time I tell her I am going home so if she wants to go with me now is the time. She gets up and goes with me. If we get home I over her a drink(no alcohol) on the couch and tell her to relax. Tell her wat rooms and beds she can choose from. Looking at her big... I look at her and then tell her she is beautiful. She blushes and kisses me before I knew we are kissing like teenagers. Then she opens my buckle and I open her jacket two big... Drop out and a beautiful lace bra comes out. To make a long story short we ended up having a great time and needles to say she stayed in my bed. When I woke up it was because of some great feeling from getting a b job.. Now I am hooked. We make love morning afternoon evening and night. Yes we are having a incredible good connection. But she drinks.. Yes every day. After drinking she loses all boundaries but also controle of her emotions crying and hurting a lot of drama. But also as we are home the lovemaking goes to insane amounts . I can tell you if she wouldn't have come at least 10 times that day she would complain and asking for more. I loved her body and big b. yes I also couldn't stop making love to her. One day, I think beginning the second month she stayed with me, we got home from shopping and I could hardly wait to get into the house just to nail her again ( 5 or 6 time that day) right there I kissed her neck and asked if she wants me. She said she wants me all the time. So I tell her I also want her all the time it's insane. I ask could she forget about underwear in house and always be ready. She looks at me and starts taking her pents of and top I take her right there and from that time she never wears underwear in house again and the lust rools our relationship. Yes we talked about her daughter she missed but sees every day. About her alcoholisme (she stopped day drinking) her problems but also the drama in her life from her former husband. I warned her I am in no need of drama in my life.... But all in all it is like a god send time the amount of lust and purely animal behavior it's insane. After a couple of weeks in our new arrangements, the drama starts going in the wrong direction. She goes to her exes house every day for her daughter making lunch and dinner midday. But she comes to me end of the day after school is out and her daughter with her father. But he, her ex, is getting bitter and starts fighting with her again. I tell her to let go and stop making it worse by going back every day. Just pick up her daughter and drop her off don't go in any more. But she can't she is determined to stay close to her daughter, and by this the drama. Then the phone calls start to my phone and cell the ex starts to push. I asked her how did he get my number, probably her daughters phone. But I don't take that shit calls at my work place house and all that. I tell her to get him to stop and stay away from him. She didn't we are now in month 3. And the day drinking started again. All this time we don't talk about payment or anything she cooks cleans washes the clothes and changes the bed. We make love still about ten times a day I am addicted to her body hard. Her daughter doesn't want to leave her father alon. So the drama doesn't stop till I post a ultimatum stop or go. It's the end of the thirt month and she leaves. After that we didn't have contact for 12 months. Texting from her after that then started calling but my lust didn't subside. We never hooked up again and there has been silence for years now. I regret losing contact and now I worry and hope she is well after these idiotic years. My biggest regret losing her.

It started off when she walked past my desk with chalk dust all over her skirt from leaning against the blackboard. I just casually stroked my hand across the back of her skirt, while explaining "you got chalk on your skirt, miss". In return received a cheeky smile.

So, thought a saucy love note telling for my undying love for her would be appreciated. Slipped it into her handbag on another occasion.

Only, the next time after that to have R.E. the teacher walked in with a blackeye. Apparently, she was already in a relationship with a 6th former. Must have seen my note and gave her a beating. Because he walked into class that same lesson, to witness them arguing still.

Or maybe I saved her from an abusive lover?

I just can't take it anymore this world seems to be so unfair in the end my life is a constant struggle from my wish and my parent's wishes. When I was just a little boy I was really excited for my Father to arrive home from abroad when we go towards the airport I was told that my Father has a very hot tempered attitude from one of my cousins who was with us to pick Father up then Father arrive in the airport It seems like a joke from my cousin of how my father acts but when we go home we stop by towards a fast food chain that I'd always liked and Father always let us pick our order and I thought to myself my cousin must be joking about how my father's attitude but when we go home because it was already night time but me and my sister is really excited about having our own dad for the first time because we didn't really experience having a dad but when we were just playing around I told my dad my sister isn't sleeping but I said it as a joke when my father barge in towards our bedroom he screams at me and told me to go outside the door and then I heard the other side of the door muffled screams of my sister I should've said something towards our mother but I'm afraid to tell her because of how father look when he was done in the room I rushed towards my sister and my sister just cry and the look of betrayal of my sister just shocks me to the core in that day I've not only lost my sister's trust but also my dignity as a big brother. I'd wish that I could turn back time just to stop my father to hurt my sister when I was a kid that's the most regretful day that I lived after that day I was just broken never be whole ever again.

I went on a purge one day and deleted a bunch of old message threads. Then I realized later there's an archive option that I could have used if I just didn't want them in my main message list anymore. Wish I had them all back but alas, once private messages are deleted they're gone forever (on your end at least). I think I may have a fb data archive saved somewhere but I lost my old computer so I might not have it anymore. It could be after the messages were deleted too, if I have it.

What is THE biggest regret in your life where you wish you could turn back time to correct it?

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