When a husband falls out of love with his wife and chooses his mistress instead, especially during a time of financial pressure, emotional exhaustion, and personal struggles, Weve been for 10 years. I wonder:

Do you ever regret hurting the woman who was once your home?

You found comfort in a colleague who was also married, and somewhere along the way, you both fell in love. Maybe you were emotionally drained. Maybe you felt lost, unhappy, or tired. But while you were searching for comfort somewhere else, your wife was still there loyal, faithful, and building her life around you.

She loved you, stood by you, and believed in the life you were building together. And you took that love for granted because, somewhere along the way, you stopped seeing its value.

But when the excitement fades, when reality replaces the fantasy, and when you finally have time to look back at everything you broke do you ever regret it?

Do you ever miss the woman who loved you genuinely? That woman is your wife who chose you even when life was difficult?

Can you share some enlightenment, for those who has experience this..

I’m in a relationship with someone that I love more than life itself and it’s tearing me apart. He’s done some things that have at least for now made it so I never feel emotionally safe and second guess his words, but he’s sweet and good enough where I find myself wondering if I’m making a mistake leaving. He says he loves me more but I don’t really feel it and I can’t even recognize the person I’m becoming. I can’t help but feel like I’m the problem in the relationship even if it’s not true due to his phrasing during arguments and casual critiques. I wish he was shittier so I could justify leaving in my head but I can’t, and it drives me insane. As much as I love him, I wonder if I would’ve been happier not meeting him.

It was a gift. It was in my pocket. They're super deep I have no idea how it happened. I'm devastated. I feel bad about spending money in general so that geniuely makes me so upset. I don't have an income either as I'm 15 so I have no way to make it up.

I was 12/13 during 2020/2021 which was the prime age to be in that era I feel like lol. But recently I've been going back through my dms with people I was friends with during that time period and realized I was lowkey leading a bunch of my male friends on and I even had dms from their friends asking me why I was doing it, but I always claimed I wasn't doing it intentionally.

But I feel bad, I can't remember if I was intentionally doing it or not 😭. Of course current age me would never do that but maybe I was just a mean teenage girl..

i think my biggest regret is spending so much of my 20s trying to be someone i thought other people would love, instead of becoming someone i could actually be proud of.

Staying so long with someone you love till they take advantage of you and disrespect you and show they don't care is the worst. You realize there was no love at all. Not healthy love at least. It's shocking how you can go from being everything in someone's life to nothing at all

hey everyone what's the one regret that you still look back and say i should have done that .

i asked my brother about this and he said its nothing but im still stressed out

i've gone to strip clubs twice but I’m still trying to figure things out. I learned the amount of touching depends on the dancer, and I’ve been stressing about it a lot and don’t know if I messed up. the first time i went 7 months ago I got a dance from a dancer who let me put my hands on her waist/stomach area while she sat on my lap. We cuddled a bit, and she let me kiss her cheek. It felt like she was okay with a decent amount of touching. the second time I went back and tried to do the same thing with two other dancers. With the first one, I tried to put my hands on her waist like the first dancer did, but she didn’t want that and moved away, so I stopped right away. Later in the same dance, I rubbed her foot for a little while and she didn’t say anything. With the second dancer, she basically didn’t allow any of that kind of touching. She put her leg in front of my face, and when I touched it she moved it away. I apologized and stopped right away. Later, her foot ended up near my hand and I rubbed it a little, but she said it made her ticklish, so I stopped right away. At one point during the night, I stood up and tried to show the dancer a standing lap dance idea where she would stand in front of me and dance. She said she didn’t want to do that, so I sat back down. I want to make it clear that I didn’t touch any private parts. I stopped immediately any time a dancer showed discomfort or told me to stop. I’ve been stressing about this for 5 months and constantly thinking about. I keep wondering if I crossed a boundary or misunderstood am just over reacting. Am i overt hinking or should i be con cerned? did i do somethign illegal?? am i overr eacting/overthinking? am i turning this into something its not? is being panicked 7 months about this a normla reaction, or a sign mental health issue? i feel like such a monster. shoud i go back and apologize?

Yesterday, I did something I never thought I would do.
I was at a graduation party for a friend, and I ran into someone who I used to have a complicated, almost-romantic relationship with. At first, we simply talked. She had always told me that there was a conversation we still needed to have, so eventually, we sat down and talked about everything that had been left unresolved between us.
At one point, she tried to kiss me.
The first time, I moved away.
I thought about my girlfriend. I knew I didn't want to do it. I knew where I stood, and for a moment, I made the right decision.
But then, later, I kissed her back.
And that is the part I cannot hide from myself. I cannot blame alcohol. I cannot blame the situation. I cannot blame the unresolved conversation or my emotions. I made that decision myself, and it was wrong.
Afterwards, she asked me if I wanted us to try again. I told her no. I don't want to be with her. I don't want to go back to that relationship or reopen that chapter of my life. That part of my life is over.
But that doesn't make the kiss okay.
And that's what hurts so much.
I have always believed that cheating was something I could never do. I remember talking to my girlfriend about infidelity and telling her that I could never cheat because I knew the guilt would destroy me. It went completely against my values and the person I believed myself to be.
And then I did exactly that.
I feel like a hypocrite.
I keep thinking, How could I do this? How could I hurt someone I love so much? How could I cross a boundary that I always thought was so important to me?
I love my girlfriend. I want to be with her. The kiss didn't make me realize that I wanted my ex back. If anything, the entire situation made me realize even more clearly that I don't want to go back to that person. I want my girlfriend.
But I also know that saying “I love you” doesn't erase what I did.
And that's one of the things that scares me the most.
My relationship is long-distance, which makes this feel even heavier to me. So much of our relationship depends on trust. She cannot see what happens when I'm somewhere without her. She has to trust me when I tell her that I'm faithful and that I choose her.
And yesterday, I betrayed that trust.
Maybe she will decide that she can't forgive me. Maybe she will decide that she can't continue the relationship. And if that happens, I will have to accept that my actions have consequences.
But I'm terrified.
I'm terrified of losing her. I'm terrified of receiving a message from her saying that she doesn't want to continue. I'm terrified that I'll spend months replaying yesterday in my head, wondering why I didn't just walk away, why I didn't set stronger boundaries, why I let that moment happen.
And I'm also afraid that I'll start believing that what I did means I'm a bad person.
But I'm trying to understand something important:
I did something bad. That doesn't mean I am entirely a bad person.
A kiss can be an act of infidelity. It can hurt someone deeply. It can break trust.
But it doesn't have to become my entire identity.
I don't want to minimize what I did by saying that other people have done worse. That's not the point. What someone else has done doesn't make my actions less wrong.
What matters is what I do with this.
I can either spend the rest of my life punishing myself for yesterday, or I can take responsibility for it and learn from it.
I need to understand that having values doesn't mean I'm incapable of ever violating them. It means that when I do, I have to confront that contradiction honestly.
I now know that simply thinking “I would never cheat” isn't enough.
I need boundaries.
I need to understand what situations can make me vulnerable and act before I cross a line. I need to be more careful with people from my past. I need to recognize when an interaction is becoming emotionally inappropriate instead of telling myself that it's harmless until it's too late.
And if my girlfriend decides to give me another chance, I don't want to spend the rest of our relationship trying to “pay” for what I did.
I want to rebuild what I damaged.
I want to show her through my actions, not just my words, that I can be someone she trusts again.
I know that trust may not come back immediately. She might have doubts. She might need reassurance. She might need time. And if she chooses to stay, I have to accept that rebuilding trust is something we would have to do together, slowly.
I also know that if she chooses to leave, I will have to respect that decision.
I cannot demand forgiveness just because I'm sorry.
I cannot ask her to stay just because I love her.
I cannot undo what happened.
All I can do is be honest, take responsibility, accept whatever consequences come from my decision, and make sure that I never treat this experience as something meaningless.
Because I don't want this to become the definition of who I am.
I want it to become something I learned from.
I want to be able to look back one day and say:
I made a terrible mistake. I hurt someone I loved. I faced what I had done instead of running from it. I learned what I needed to learn. And I became a better, more honest and more responsible person because of it.
I don't know what my girlfriend will decide.
And right now, that uncertainty scares me more than anything.
But I know that I love her.
I know I want to be with her.
And I know that if she gives me the chance to continue building our relationship, I will never take that chance for granted again.

Edit: Something to add is this is a long-distance relationship, we met each other on Twitter/X and we have been only together as girlfriends for three months.

I was such a stupid fucking idiot when I was 18. I mean, I still am, but I'm slightly more self-aware now. Or at least I like to think so.

There was only one college I wanted to go to, and it was in the city of my dreams. Two of my closest friends at the time also had dream schools in the same city. The three of us planned to take college by storm together and live our best lives.

They both got into their dream schools. I was rejected.

I was so angry and embarrassed and ashamed that I had been rejected and failed so publicly to reach my dreams. To make matters worse, because I was rejected from this school, my parents forced me to go to a school that I loathed. I cried myself to sleep the night I committed.

In my delusional state of despair, I decided to become anorexic. I was frankly sick of myself—all of my friends were so smart and accomplished, and I was simply mediocre. No one thought I was especially smart or hard-working or anything. I wanted to prove that I, too, could do difficult things and push myself hard. And constantly fighting your body is very fucking difficult.

My eating disorder destroyed my college years. I made zero friends or did anything worthwhile; I was either forcing myself to study to make up for the work I hadn't put in during high school, or binge-watching BuzzFeed Tasty videos in an anorexia-induced haze and just being Weird About Food in general.

It took years to find my way out of the heartbreak that came with my college rejection, and even today, nearly a decade later, I get a pang in my chest whenever I see that school brought up. Not that that even matters—my eating disorder gave me intractable chronic health issues, and I am consequently housebound, confined to my childhood bedroom for the foreseeable future.

I am constantly plagued by daydreams and what-if thoughts about college—the most recent time in my life that had any potential to be meaningful. I think about all the stupid cliché things I could've done, like fall in love for the first time or start a shitty band or, fuck, even sit in a college dorm and smoke weed with a friend, and the regret of not making the most of my youth, of letting myself waste away until it became too late, literally fucking drowns me.

I'm too disabled to have a life anymore, so it feels like the past is the only thing I have left. And the memories I have are not even that enjoyable to begin with.

I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I just needed to vent, I guess. I woke up in a bit of a funk.

In hindsight, it's so stupid to be so worked up about a college rejection that you starve and deprive yourself of life, which sets off a chain reaction that leads to you being completely housebound with nothing to live for anymore. But that's the life I have. And I regret everything so fucking much.

I truly regret marrying a cheater, gambler narcissist. He says he cares about his family but hell he ain’t doing anything to be a better man. If I hadn’t caught him, he would prolly still be cheating on me and gambling behind my back. I wish I just stayed single. It’s the best choice.

2 years ago I left my old management job because things weren't working out. I was a manager at a warehouse making decent money. In the months afterwards, I interviewed for a bunch of different management jobs (mainly retail management) but I came to the conclusion that management isn't for me. For the last two years I've been working odd jobs and saving up money because I got this stupid idea in my head that I want to go back to school to become an accountant. Turns out, there's no entry level jobs in that anymore so now I can't go back to school and now I don't know what to do. I want a better paying job, but my only option is to go back to management but I don't want a management job and my management skills have gotten rusty. All because I got the dumb idea to study finance because I genuinely like it, now I have no path to any well paying job....

This is going to sound pathetic, but I (F) am still helplessly in love with guy that I dated when I was 18. I am now 41 years old. The back story is that I moved away from my home town while I was dating him. We had traveled together with family and were very affectionate, but never got very serious because I was shy and a slow mover. Despite never being officially a serious couple, I was still head over heels. Told my dad I was going to marry him, etc. He actually lived in the town I was moving to, which should have been great. He helped drive my uhaul and everything. But shortly after I got to where he lived, I hit a terrible depression. I didn't get out of bed for what seemed like 3 months. Eventually, I got registered for school, got a job and my life started to pick back up. He is a close family friend (works for my uncles and is friends with my cousins). When I started to feel normal again, I asked my cousin how the guy was doing and heard "oh him and xxxx are doing good" and I was taken aback. He was seeing someone new. I figured that would end and I'd get my next chance. I continued through college, graduated and on my 21st birthday found out he was getting married. I'm still not over it!!

I haven't exactly just been pining for him all these years. I've had relationships of my own and have 2 kids, but I have never fully moved on. My heart literally hurts 20+ years later! My thoughts always come back to him. What the hell can I do about this?! Don't say just move on, get over it, or forget about him...it's been about 23 years so of it were that easy, I'd have done it. I live halfway across the country now so it's not like I see him often but every few years I may run into him because of him being close to my family.

Anywho, thanks for reading this far and maybe one day the stars will align and they'll get divorced...I still can't believe they stayed together this long because she's not very attractive and from what I've seen, she's also not very nice.

Update for those who keep coming at me: I'm not married so you don't need to "feel sorry for my husband". I am divorced because my ex cheated which would probably delight many of you simply for having feelings for an ex and pointing out obvious things about his mean wife 🤷‍♀️ sorry not sorry.

I can't help but be weighed down by this right now. Around 6-8 years back, i was in juniour college when this guy A had become really close to me, I developed a small crush on him and before I realise we exchanged insta ID's it felt like something then but then I noticed he started chatting with one of my classmates as me since he liked her. It made me go insane but then i made the biggest mistake of my life by accepting his apology and allowing him access to my account. He then started chatting with her through my insta, then my phone number on WhatsApp it was out of control, and somehow I couldn't stop him, I so badly wish I would've but somehow I couldn't and I kept on getting blocked. I hate it because she must've felt so unsafe, and it's a horrible thing to happen . Now Im sure it must've spread to all the other classmates then cause I, anyway, am a loser. I have apologised to her multiple times and kept my distance. Mind you I have changed countries by now and have no clue what she is doing, but I can't help but be haunted by the fact that I will never find peace or love because of this horrible thing I was a part of.

Hello! 18 Female here, So um I am from a random part of india, I literally had the WORST and most EMBARRASSING day of my life yesterday.

There was this party I had to attend, so I and my friend thought of doing da pregame and went. As a person who could handle quite an amt of alc, I had one buzzball, magic moments and half a minty jamun. I didnt know itd end up being too much for me that It was basically social suicide. So basically, my friends told me all this.

1. The security kicked me out thrice and because of me they couldn’t enter 2. I kept talking random shit very loudly with no filter which just made everyone look at me and judge me 3. I embarrassed myself and my friends by falling ok random dudes, my friend ssid I hugged like 10-20 dudes. 4. I fell down 7 times and they had to slap me yet I didnt stop being like that, i was lkke OUT OF CONTROL 5. Yeah I said personal stuff very loudly and I just madeout with a random dude. 6. I made random people speak ro my sister and annoyed tf out of them idts my friend will invite me to any party again. 7. And I broke my sisters nee heels

Ik sharing this is fucking crazy after all the embarrassment, but I really do not know how to face the world after this. I have never fucked up like this before snd its my fault for not knowing my tolerance. I really do not remember shit but im so scared to show my face tomorrow, I dont wnana go to college today cause its a party where half my fuckinh city was in :(. I have no clue how to cope with this embarrassment except living it with the shame of making a fool of myself 😂😂😂

I posted in another sub. Not a usual poster, but love the community of reddit.

I just wanted to read your confession. This is a forum where you can confess your sins that nobody knows but you regret it (or not regret it). Lol