My biggest regret?
It’s hard to say. I love where I am. I don’t wish I were anywhere else. But even so, I think my biggest regret is…
I’ll never know where I’d be if I *hadn’t* climbed up those steps. All those years ago. If I’d stayed.
I don’t know that I should have done it differently. But I do have a sad sort of wondering-what-if. Which is regret.
What’s your biggest regret?
(Yes, these really are anonymous.)
I regret that I was too scared to say what I was feeling when it might have made a difference.
That I didn’t tell my “one-night stand” that I wanted him to be more than a one-night stand. He was one of my best friends. We hung out together one weekend, got drunk, and things happened. Except he had a girlfriend at the time, one that he was miserable with. He said they were breaking up. I freaked out when we slept together because he had a girlfriend, even if they were on the outs. He took my freak out to mean I wasn’t interested and he stayed with her. And I never told him that I wanted more from him. I think he would have broken up with her to be with me if he’d known I was interested.
Your biggest regret is not knowing what would have happened if you stayed. My biggest regret is not knowing what would have happened if I had left.
I love these anonymous posts, because everybody’s stories are always so interesting. Not necessarily happy – but always interesting.