68 People Reveal Shocking Regrets That Changed Their Lives Forever
Ever had that nagging feeling you’re starring in the sequel to “What Was I Thinking?” Well, buckle up, because we’re diving deep into some jaw-dropping, tear-jerking, and sometimes downright cringe-worthy admissions from folks who’ve faced their biggest life flubs head-on. From the stay-at-home mom with a master’s degree who wonders where her own adventures went, to the gambler who flipped a coin on college versus the Appalachian Trail (spoiler: the coin landed right where it was supposed to… or did it?), these stories are packed with raw honesty and a side of “if only I knew then what I know now.” So, grab a coffee, or maybe a tissue, and get ready to reflect on the hiccups we all try to avoid but somehow trip over anyway. After all, who hasn’t wondered if their biggest mistake might just be the plot twist to an even better life? <a href="https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/7b6ovu/seriousthinkhardwhatsthebiggestmistakeof/dpfycqo/” target=”blank”>LEARN MORE.
I really, really regret being a stay at home mom. I have a master’s degree in food chemistry but after having kids decided to stay at home. My husband’s career escalated and he got offered positions overseas. In the last twenty years, we have lived in many countries and I have traveled world wide. My kids can speak a handful of languages and are in university now. Despite all these seemingly great things, I haven’t ever done anything personally for myself and I really regret it. In my late forties, I feel like life has passed me by and I really, really regret not keeping a career.
Trying h****n.
Currently on another attempt at sobriety though. 40 days clean currently. If anyone in your life struggles with a*******n, I can’t recommend a 12 step program enough.
Edit: I’m getting a lot of messages suggesting that I just smoke weed or take kratom instead. As an a****t, that just isn’t possible for me. Any mind or mood altering substance will just lead me back to dope. That’s just the program I work, and the program that’s successfully helped many others maintain long term sobriety.
I’ll tell you a story about my nan. When conscription began in WWII, her husband was called up. He was getting ready to go to the train station, uniform and kit on, but she refused to say goodbye because she was angry with him and the situation. So he left. A few minutes later she realised her mistake and ran to the station after him. You can imagine how busy it was there, but she fought through the crowd. He was already on the train, looking out of the window for her. She saw him, but he never saw her.
That was the last time she saw him, he was tortured to death by the Japanese some time later. Even though she married again, to the man who became my grandfather, she kept a picture of him on her bedside table until she died.
EDIT: So in answer to your questions, I think they did manage to exchange at least one letter before he was captured, so I’m sure my nan apologised for putting him through that. I think he died working on the Burma Railway. They sent her a picture of his grave which she kept in her jewellery box. My grandpa was in a reserved occupation so was not called up, he had to work with bombed houses making them safe. He had to recover a lot of mangled bodies, including a lot of children which must have been horrible considering he was still a teenager. He was a great man, I wish I had an ounce of his moral fibre. Taught me to code on my C64 too.
Not breaking off my last relationship sooner.
It was 2.5 years long. I was hit, scratched, guilt tripped. She made me believe my friends didn’t like me, she would message them from my phone pretending to be me, and I lost my friends.
She blamed everything on me, ever her parents’ divorce. She would self harm with scissors, attempted to o******e on paracetamol twice and blamed it on me. I would be at work and receive a text saying “I’m not feeling good, I’m going to cut myself or do something bad, you need to come and stop me”. I’d freak out because I couldn’t leave work, but didn’t want her death to be my fault.
She’d drag me into the street at 3am to have an argument so all her neighbours could “hear what a terrible person I was”.
I became depressed because I couldn’t understand why I was such a bad person. I had panic attacks daily, I began losing weight, and so I took myself to therapy.
I sat down with her one night and broke up with her because I genuinely believed she deserved someone better than me. A few weeks later, I had a revelation of what had been happening. I deleted her number, changed my number, threw out everything of hers and my life instantly became colourful again.
Before this relationship, I would think “I don’t get why people in a*****e relationships don’t just leave”, but now I get it. You don’t know you’re in an a*****e relationship until you’re out of it.














