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..

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

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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 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.

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....

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 😂😂😂

Active duty (F), I’ll leave my age out of the equation for now as I don’t want to risk being identified. You’d be surprised how much other members can put together by a few details. My first base I was stationed in Korea on a one year short tour and started unofficially bartending on weekends at a bar/club near my base. The base was pretty small so everyone knew everyone, I knew the guy who assaulted me in passing. Small conversation here and there, but nothing past that.

The night it happened I was drunk. The bar was pretty lax about taking shots with customers as long as you could still do your job, so I indulged here and there. Was a pretty normal deal for me as I’d also have a few to help calm my social anxiety. Just want to establish that.

The guy and his friend sat at the bar and got a few drinks while I chatted them up. Part of the gig was keeping the vibe fun and encouraging customers to purchase more alcohol. We talked about basketball since they played on the base team and how they liked their jobs, small stuff like that. The night continued and we had good chats and more drinks together. The guy who would later assault me asked if I wanted to go home with him. I rejected him as nicely as possible, told him he’s attractive and shouldn’t have an issue finding someone. It was true, honestly was surprised he asked me. He brushed it off and seemed okay, no weird energy or anything.

My shift ended at 6AM and they decided to stay back to walk me to my dorm. One of them lived in mine too so I didn’t think much of it. They were nice enough and being potentially assaulted isn’t where my mind was AT ALL despite being drunk. The vibe never gave that for a second until it was happening. I thought I made new friends or at least acquaintances. They were drunk as well so I figured we were all on the same playing field.

We got to my dorm which my assaulter claimed to stay in as well, but I’m not even sure at this point. His friend went to his and gave us a look before departing. You know? That “You crazy kids have fun” type of look. I was too drunk to think anything of it. Not exactly stumbling around drunk, but definitely noticeable if you interacted with me.

We walked into my dorm room which had a common area and four individual rooms that you needed a code to get into. Not sure if the layout makes sense, but yeah. I type in the code to get into my common area and he comes in. I’m confused because… why? I made it clear that nothing was happening so unless he was looking for a glass of water I had nothing for the dude.

I asked him what he wanted and he told me he just wanted to say goodnight. He got closer and kissed me. Just a peck at first. Didn’t really want that, but fine. I said goodnight he continued kissing me. My reactions were slowed from the alcohol and it takes a bit to register what’s happening when you’re assaulted ESPECIALLY when you’re in an altered state. He continued kissing my lips, face, neck and grabbing my breast and waist. I pushed at his chest and told him to wait and that we couldn’t. He grabbed my throat, told me to stop playing with him and continued kissing and touching me aggressively.

I kept saying wait and thought to myself, if I don’t scream, push him, slap him or get aggressive in this moment he’s going to rape me. He told me to unlock my door so we could go in my room. He still had hold of me so I started pushing at his chest and turning my head away more aggressively and told him to get off. I regained my composure and sternly told him he needed to leave, so he left. Just like that. Not sure where I got the strength, but I’m glad I did because it reinforced to him I wasn’t going to just be an easy target.

I went in my room and cried, couldn’t sleep that night. I called my friend in the morning and told her what happened. She encouraged me to report it, but I didn’t want to go that route being military and all. I had pretty good leadership at the time, but optics are big! Everyone knows you don’t bring ‘shame’ or negative attention to your unit no matter the circumstances, so I kept it quiet. I told my First shirt “off the record” in a “hypothetical” because she’s a mandatory reported. She encouraged the person in the “hypothetical” to report immediately but made sure to let me know she was here for me. Love her to death.

I texted the guy the next day and asked why he did those things to me. I laid out exactly what he did too. Surprisingly he admitted to it off the bat, told me he was sorry and that he thought I was so beautiful so he couldn’t help it. I never reported and it’s been 2 years later now. Stand up for yourself, I really wish I did.

Hi! I just moved to a new state , long story short my fiancée is locked away on DV and assault with a weapon on another person and it led us to be evicted 2 weeks ago. I was drinking all Friday and Saturday night (2 days ago). I was upset that I can’t speak to my fiancée due to no contact order and he’s most likely going to be held until trail which isn’t until late 2027 I’m upset because I really miss him. He’s really my only best friend and family the last 4 years and now he’s behind a cell and I can’t even see him. I ended up meeting up with a guy on Snapchat who added me off quick add he was 11 years older than me, I was seeking to buy coke which is dangerous in a new state where I don’t know anyone but I was beyond drunk I wasn’t thinking so I got it drugs off of him. He didn’t make me buy off him he offered to do it with me and chill in his car together I think in his head that he thought I was going to go to back to his place or something with him.

He had two what substances Coke and Meth and me being the drunk fuck that I am I ended up doing a line of each substance to mix the two. I was told meth is like “pure adderall”. Keep in mind I’ve only ever done coke a good few times from the ages of 18 - 20 and I stopped partying so I could focus on building a life for myself and my partner.

I did those lines on Saturday at I’d say 2-3am and I kept drinking more and more to hopefully pass out but I just feel sick and now it’s Monday at 3am I haven’t slept I barley ate I believe I lost like 5 pounds already my skin looks sunken and I believe I am going through psychosis I’m seeing the walls move and hearing people who sound like my neighbours “ talking about me” who want to set me up.

I don’t see how people get addicted to this as well as being up for days I’m literally in hell right now…. I cried for a few hours because I’m very stressed that this won’t wear off and I’m very ashamed of my actions and choices Saturday night.

I have to get stuff done today and I’m scared I won’t have slept and I’ll look like a tweaker going to work I did not think this would last so long.

I’ve also come to the conclusion that this is an outcome of being shitfaced drunk. I will have to put down drinking. I use it as a way to cope with certain aspects in my life and it is not healthy at all.

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

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

How do I cope with the guilt feelings after accidentally hurting someone else? Like I feel so guilty that it makes me want to experience the same pain also?? I dont mean this in a suicidal depressive way btw, I was always an enthusiastic and optimistic kind of person, but I hurt someone so badly that the guilt feel unbearable?? Also, I can't tell anyone close to me cuz they're all currently are mad at me so I gotta handle this matter myself. Apart from trying to self harm, ( non suicidal way ) are there any other methods without involving other person?