I mentioned my friends STD in a public group setting so they all realised she had it. I have no idea what the f I was thinking (clearly wasn’t). I was immediately disgusted with myself, apologised profusely and left the pub out of embarrassment. We’re still friends but every time I think of this moment, I just want to cry.
Went against advice and told a long term friend I have feelings for them beyond friendship. Listen to advice peeps. Pain and regret is all I have for it.
I had a bipolar manic attack. I told a coworker I liked her, didn’t realize she had a husband so said we can’t be friends and then like a week later got drunk and basically told her I was watching her Facebook. Who knows if it’ll ever lead to repercussions. I just know I wish I could say sorry or forgive myself.
When I was 15 my family had a huge fight and I told my dad “fuck you I don’t want to see you again.” & that night he had a heart attack and died. I think about it every single day
Once in my wildest frame of young drink aggressive mind somehow survived saying I was going to burn a bouncers house down with his family in it.
Got my shit together aka stopped drinking all the time and realised what I’d done, bang out of order and completely disgusting thing to say. Safe to say I lost some sleep and reviled myself for a good year or two. Karma will come for me for this one no doubt and I deserve every bit of whatever comes my way for it.
I worked at a large company. A girl who worked there and I were pretty close friends for a bit, but she hadn’t come to my department in a while. One day she comes in with 3 customers. As soon as she opened the door I took one look and said, “wow I can believe you’re pregnant!”
In front of everyone. She told me she wasn’t.
I thought she was joking, so I doubled down and said “yes you are, look!”.
She had just gained a lot of weight. There were like 15 people watching this interaction, including several of my mentees. Haven’t seen or talked to her since, that was 15 years ago, I still shudder when I think about it.
I yelled at my grandpa for treating my grandma like shit. He died shortly after. I guess in hindsight i’ve said some truly vile things but something about arguing, them dying, and not being able to tell them you love them comes with a lot of regret.
Had a kid cursing me off on Xbox and I told him well “Santa’s fake.” Thinking it wouldn’t be so bad. I could hear it in his voice. “No he’s not.” He was so heart broken. I promise I feel terrible.
Don’t know, was blackout drunk. But apparently it was so bad they won’t repeat it to me? I’ll never know if it was something bad or they just want me to feel that way forever…
Without thinking I said to a forner friend, “Maybe he’ll put a baby in you 😉” joking about her husband. Never really spoke to me again, I don’t blame her. She had a still birth at like 26 weeks less than a year before. Forgetting about her loss and making that joke was unintentionally cruel and I absolutely regret saying it.
Met someone from a forum we were on in the late 90s. She was determined to visit me on her vacation, though I tried to talk her out of it. I’m antisocial. Her husband dominated the conversation, she just sat there silently. Week later, someone else on that same forum asked me what I thought of her, and I said “I was not impressed.” 🤦♀️ THAT person told her and everrrrryone else what I said. HUGE falling out. I felt awful about it the moment I said it, then that whole forum shitstorm and being ostracized served me right. (But that person was a prick for turning it into the huge thing it became.) Turns out she was quiet because she was mostly deaf (I had NO idea.) Aaaand her husband was a raging abusive narcissist, hence the domineering attitude from him (I didn’t know). I apologized to her years later when we ran across each other. She said it really wasn’t a big deal to HER even back then, the drama that happened was stupid, and she’d forgotten all about it. Still feel wretched when I think about it.
A coworker lost a dramatic amount of weight, and I showered her with compliments. One time, she looked really upset, so I stopped. She died from cancer a few months later. No one knew she was sick, but I still felt crappy.
ETA: This was a while ago when I was heavy into diet culture. Now that I know better, I no longer comment on anyone’s body or weight.
I hooked up with a straight friend/coworker a long time ago. I was pretty messed up about it, as it was a really unexpected hookup and his first with a guy, and we weren’t sober which I wasn’t used to. He also immediately went from being someone I spoke to every day to being super distant, which I understand now but at the time really upset me.
I was angry as well, and when his recent ex (who really didn’t like him) asked me what was wrong I told her. And she told everyone.
He wasn’t the nicest guy, but he didn’t deserve to be outed to his work and our entire friend group. Its not something I’d do today, but maaaan. I regret it massively.
We never spoke again. Last I heard he was married with a kid on the way, so I think he managed fine.
I said this to my grandmother after she was at the hospital with me for 12 hours after my suicide attempt. The deal was I could only leave if I stayed with her under her supervision. I regret it every Christmas. Yes, I tried on Christmas Day.
When I left my last job, they threw a going away party and they asked me if I’d miss anybody or anything. I was pissed at my boss at the time so I just said, “Nope.”
It was just a bad way to go out. I’ve kept in touch with my boss and it’s all good now but I regret saying that. They were good people.
I regret defending my mom and other family members to friends and partners through and until my late 20s. I regret avoiding therapy because every therapist I met confronted me with the fact that I needed to hold them accountable and I actually believed that bad love and a shitty family was better than no love or family at all. The whole time realizing I had plenty of non-filial love in my life that I took for granted.
I told my (emotionally and socially) stunted sister that the reason she had no friends was because she’s just so horrendously unpleasant as a person. I knew it was a sore spot for her, and she was devastated (especially since her room mate had just moved out and I had insinuated that it was because my sister was so awful). She’s still so upset and it’s been like 15years; I feel terrible.
i told my sister i hated her and didn’t want her around. our family was abusive, and she left 2 weeks later at 15. i was 9. i didn’t see her again until i was 13, and then not again until i was 16. we’re both adults now, and i love her more than anything. we’re best friends and about to move in together, but i always feel guilty for not being kinder when life was so hard for her
I’m adopted and as a shitty teen I told my mom “you can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom”. I watched her heart break and have regretted it for the last 2 decades
I was 16. Had a huge fight with my grandmother. I don’t even remember what it was about, just that I was very mad about it. I stormed out of the kitchen and told her “I wish you had cancer or something” the same night I regretted my words and felt really bad but never really apologized with her. Almost a month later she was diagnosed with cancer and after a week, she passed. I remember being by her side the last few days and crying and wishpering at her ear that I was so very sorry, that I never wanted her to get cancer. She pressed my hand very strongly but she could not really talk.
I am 40 years old now and It still haunts me. I have told my wife as a cautionary tale to not let your mouth run wild because you’ll regret it.
I brought up my friends cousins suicide when trying to make a point about drugs. It didn’t come out the way it intended to. Ruined our friendship for two years. It’s the one thing I’ve always regretted. We’re great friends again now
Not something I said necessarily, but I was drunk the last time I spoke to my dad. He said, “I can tell you’ve been drinking again”, and sounded so disappointed and concerned. He died about a week later very suddenly. I am now 5 years sober from alcohol, but that phone call still makes me so sad to think about. My dad made a lot of mistakes raising me, but he cared so much.
Was planning to get together with an ex, he was the only person I ever loved. He ghosted me… this was a pattern with him. A few weeks later he posted on social media some bullshit about being a great friend to people. I responded with anger, I said horrible things, told him he needed a good therapist and that he’d die a lonely old man. He died by suicide 8 months later. His body wasn’t identified for 5 months after he was found. Turns out he had become addicted to anything he could get his hands on and had cut ties with everyone, including his son. I was devastated and regret the things I said.
Now, I tell people that I love them, family, friends, lovers, it doesn’t matter if they say it back or not. Things can change in a heartbeat and I never want to regret not saying I love you to the ones I care for.
While breaking up with my ex I told her “that’s the reason everybody fucking leaves you”, she wasn’t being nice to me either but still I shouldn’t have.
I told my mom I couldn’t fkn stand her, and I hated her then went no contact. She passed away a few years later. To be fair, she was a shit mom and an alcoholic. At the time (17), I really couldn’t stand her, and I told her so to her face. I’m now 48 and think about that all the time, and she’s been gone 20 years now. I’ve never shared that with anyone.
My high school girlfriend was one of the most amazing people I ever met (to this day) and treated me ridiculously well. Welp, senior year came around and my friends convinced me that I should date around before college so I broke up with her. She was devastated, especially because I told her who I wanted to date. She was upset, and started going after her all the time in the classes we had together.
When my new flame told me she was get harassed (she wasn’t, it was just glares) I confronted my old girlfriend and told her “You were just a starter girlfriend anyway”. Immediately regretted it, so fucking ugly of me, and it destroyed her. We even ended up getting back together later on but I don’t think she was able to let that go. Rightfully so, because fuck who I was back then. Shes married with 2 kids and incredibly successful/gorgeous still and I love that for her. Hope she literally never thinks about me and just is loving life.
Background: My Filipino grandma gets so easily riled up and has screaming matches with everybody who is in an argument with her. Literally red-faced, vein popping, wide eyes full of anger. Half of me gets worried her high blood pressure will blow through the roof, and the other half is so sick of her screaming and insults no matter who she is arguing with.
One day, I was unfortunately in an argument with her, and in the heat of the moment, I screamed, “I don’t fcking care if your high blood pressure goes up!” I regretted it immediately but left the room to calm down without saying sorry until later. We’re good now, but I took a step back and realized I’m becoming like her. I hope to break that cycle before I have kids.
Got into heated argument with my ex-gf at the time. She had started it and I was particularly pissed so I had said something to the equivalent to “What value do you actually add to my life? Like, what do you actually do?” and regretted it immediately.
We ended up making up afterwards, and she said she let it slide because she knew I’d said it in anger, but I could tell those words never left her. Every time she did something nice she’d say something like “so I’m glad someone values my cooking this time” or say things like how I was low effort and imply I was the useless one and this went on until the end of the relationship.
You can’t suck that fart back in once you’ve let it loose, fellas.
In 2nd grade I told a girl to jump off the bus and die.
I was a new kid at the school and this girl immediately latched onto me. She would act like my friend but then make up lies about me behind my back and ruin any other friendship and actively terrorize me. Late in the school year, I was so sick of her, and she was just insulting me constantly on some field trip bus and I just snapped.
She was absolutely a little psychopath but I felt guilty for the longest time for telling her to basically kill herself. I don’t think anyone should be told that, ever; especially since I was deeply suicidal then and long after.
This was my comment to a cowoeker who is now, against all odds, a friend— she forgave me.
The context was talking about her daughter, 10 yo at the time? I noticed she’s exremely smart and polite and overall a great kid, but couldn’t STFU and leave it at that.
I thought it was funny. I didn’t realize she was sharing custody with her ex.
I told my older brother something to the effect that he was an asshole and he died by suicide that night. That was going on 32 years ago, now. Not a day goes by where I don’t regret that and just wish I had told him I loved him
I was talking to my grandma on the phone and she said how she wished I’d come to visit more often because she hadn’t seen me in almost a year and missed me. I was exhausted between my classes and my full time job and thought she was trying to guilt trip me so I rather rudely said, “And when would I do that, when I can’t even find time to sleep?”. She didn’t really ask again and it was about six months before the next time I would come to see her.
Little did I know, she had stage four cancer that was spreading very rapidly. She hadn’t been diagnosed yet at that time of us talking. I never saw her healthy again. When I came to visit after she’d been diagnosed she was already just a shell of herself, and then it was very fast and she passed away a couple weeks after that. I regret being rude when all she said was that she missed me. I should’ve said I missed her too because I did. I regret not seeing her the year before she got diagnosed when cancer hadn’t taken over her yet.
A girl kept bullying me. Guidance Counselor told me to turn the other cheek and be a good Christian because she was struggling at home; her father was just sent to prison.
Things escalated over the years. A physical fight happened. I won. I’d just had enough and lost my temper. You’d think she’d leave me alone.
A week after that she was saying shit to me again – had joined a conversation I was having with my friends about plans with my dad that weekend. She started talking shit about my dad, I don’t remember.
So I said “at least my dad is home”
The way her face just widened into open mouth, gaping fish shock while everyone laughed. Before this I was the quiet kid. It wasn’t that I wasn’t witty or clever; I simply held back.
She never spoke to me again.
Last I checked she went to law school and is still trying to get her dad out of prison.
Edit: I feel obligated to add that this went on from ages 13-16 from middle to high school. I was a transfer student and she targeted me my very first day and it was like it was her mission to just ruin my existence. She could be very charming and the GC loved her. I remember finally reporting it and then the GC just gushing about how lovely and witty and funny this girl was and it was such a shame her home life was a mess. Way more information than I needed to know about her at 14, and my complaints and needs were ignored. Never mind that this girl ruined my things, said nasty things, shoved me and constantly started every altercation. The adults loved her and felt sorry for her and I was the transfer student from a ‘white picket fence’ family. I held onto this information for almost 3 years because I knew it wasn’t something I should know about her before I snapped.
The last thing I texted to a friend before he overdosed. “If you quit texting me i can get home sooner to play video games” i was obviously joking. it’s how we talked. His mom even thought it was funny when she went through his phone afterward. Still sucks tho.
My dad is a boomer but he doesn’t act like one. He can be naive at times, but he always makes an effort to understand and respect people, and he believes in true equality across the board.
He also LOOOVES his wife (my mom) and after 35 years is still over the moon about her. He calls her his Queen. In fact, he calls everybody’s wife their Queen. If he wants to invite his best friend and his wife over he says, “why don’t you come by on Saturday, and bring your Queen with you!”
He works in a small engine mechanics shop. They sell stuff like dirt bikes and atvs plus all the stuff to go with like oil and helmets and jackets and spark plugs.
One day, maybe 20 years ago, a man walks in, and starts browsing helmets. Dad walks up to him to help, and the man says his partner needs a helmet. Dad asks about what sort of activities they’ll be doing so he can advise on wether or not they need a full face helmet or not, visor, etc. Finally, he asks about size. The man says he isn’t sure what size his partner would need. Dad innocently says, “no problem, just bring your Queen in!”
The man abruptly turns and leaves, clearly offended. Dad is confused, has no clue what happened. Then he hears his coworkers giggling behind him at the service counter, and turns to them, only to be told, “that man is gay.”
He was mortified. The man never returned and dad never got a chance to apologize and explain his misstep, and it still haunts him to this day.
My dad is a good man and a wonderful father, he has just always been a bit socially awkward and emotionally stunted. Hard for him to show affection, make friends, etc.
Once in my angst-ridden teenage years we were having an argument where he refused to budge on a rule he had laid down, and I told him that no one likes him, my friends and their parents all think he’s weird, and everyone talks badly about him behind his back.
It has been more than 20 years and I still tear up when I think of that. How I said that just to hurt him. And it worked.
I very often find myself wondering if he remembers it, too. And if he has been paranoid ever since.
Sometimes the worst thing isn’t even a huge insult, it’s a moment you didn’t show up, didn’t say I love you, or stayed silent when someone needed you to speak.
I was a vet tech and most of us all have a very dark sense of humor to keep us going. My dog was going in for surgery and I just as a joke to the surgery tech without even really thinking said “Alright ready to kill my dog?”
I forgot that a few weeks earlier a dog passed away during surgery due to unexpected circumstances under anesthesia. She looked so hurt and I realized I fucked up.
I had a friend who was going around to different doctors because nobody seemed to be able to figure out what was going on or why he was getting these splitting migraine headaches pretty frequently.
We were just hanging out having lunch one day, I asked him about how everything was going, and he was saying how he was getting worried because he thought it might’ve been a brain tumor after he had done some research online. I quoted the “It’s naht a toomah” line from Kindergarten Cop. He kept saying that he really thought it was, and how he was going to see if he couldn’t get an actual MRI done, but I just kept saying it over and over again. He got mad that I wasn’t taking it seriously and he just got up and left.
About 2 days later, he had a stroke that his parents said was likely a direct result of a brain tumor, and he died.
Fucking kicking myself over and over and over again about that one. What if I would’ve just said “Maybe it is, you should go to the hospital” or even if I would’ve had my last words to him be LITERALLY anything other than a bad Arnold Schwarzenegger impression? Why the hell was I so insensitive about his legitimate problem….
I was 13 & my first real boyfriend & I had broken up. He played a joke on me months later that he wanted to get back together, & I was excited. When he started laughing & said he can’t believe I thought he was serious, I told him, “At least my mom is still alive. Hey, who can blame her, though ? If you were my son, I would have killed myself, too.” I regret it all the time. Also, jokes on me, my mom killed herself 2 years ago, so. What I’d do to apologize to him now…
This is going to get a lot of hate, and I pray this gets buried. It’s got a long backstory but it doesn’t change what I said. I told one of my best friends at the time who was having suicidal thoughts to just do it. I still think about it every once in a while. Luckily they didn’t and they have a kid now, they even said they forgave me, but I.. don’t forgive me and I don’t know if I ever will. It’s been years now.
I was 7. In foster care. My mom was really sick, had been for years.
She was so frail and skinny. I couldn’t actually go in the hospital room with her (it was sterile)
So we used a phone, to talk while standing outside the glass or her hospital room, we could see into her room like she was in a zoo exhibition.
She talking to me about how she can’t wait to come home. For all of us to come home. ( I was in foster care)
I just remember being so angry. We had this conversation over and over. Just a little more time, she would get better.
But she wasn’t, she looked like she was disappearing as each day went by.
I lost it, I told her she was a liar, that she was never going to come home.
She didn’t. That was the last time I got to speak with her. She died not even 48 hours after I screamed she was a liar and left.
Thats probably the worst things I can remember saying.
Me and my younger sister were arguing, about what I don’t even remember anymore. Something stupid and childish I’m sure. I was 16, she was 12. For some reason, I still have no idea why because I’d never said anything like this before, I snapped and said “well, you’re going to die before I do anyway”.
Not long after, though I had turned 17 and she had turned 13, she got sick. After like 3 days of her being sick, and seeming to get worse instead of better, my mom takes her to the doctor. Doctor says it’s just the flu. So okay, she stays home from school for a few more days, but now appears to be significantly worse off.
After school, instead of getting on the bus to go home, my mom shows up with my little sister, and picks me and my other sister up. We go to the doctor together, who ends up rushing my sister to the hospital that was across the parking lot from his office. Turns out she had leukemia, but no one had thought to check for it (understandably). She got rushed by helicopter to the children’s hospital in Vancouver, then died early the next morning.
And one more thing, since I’m dumping this anyway. We used to play this stupid game for years. We called it “last hit”, was kind of like tag, only it had no time limit. You could “tag” the person, and say “last hit”, and they could get you back right away, or in a few hours, or days, whatever. Didn’t matter. Just a goofy game we used to play.
Anyway, that day, before she got rushed to the children’s hospital in the helicopter, in her last moments of being conscious as they were drugging her. I was at her bedside, along with everyone else. She weakly touched my hand with her finger and looked at me and said “last hit”. To which I smiled at her and said “I’ll get you back when you’re better, okay?” That was it, those were her last words.
I wish every day still that I could switch places with her. If I could somehow wave my hands and be dead so that she could’ve had a life instead of me, I’d do it without a second thought. I’m 34 now, and as dumb as that argument we had was, I still think about it all the time.
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Who got time to think about that shit, new horrors happen daily. Stay in the moment.
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I needed space. He died 6 hours later
Told a guy on Discord that I wanted him to fuck me and that he would immediately get me if he came to my house, with 3 of his friends also in the call
Told someone “no one would care if you disappeared” during an argument
the moment I said yes when my ex gf wanted us to move in together.
I knew its a mistake, I felt it, and I saw it coming.
and yes everything became true.
I mentioned my friends STD in a public group setting so they all realised she had it. I have no idea what the f I was thinking (clearly wasn’t). I was immediately disgusted with myself, apologised profusely and left the pub out of embarrassment. We’re still friends but every time I think of this moment, I just want to cry.
Went against advice and told a long term friend I have feelings for them beyond friendship. Listen to advice peeps. Pain and regret is all I have for it.
I had a bipolar manic attack. I told a coworker I liked her, didn’t realize she had a husband so said we can’t be friends and then like a week later got drunk and basically told her I was watching her Facebook. Who knows if it’ll ever lead to repercussions. I just know I wish I could say sorry or forgive myself.
When the waiter came with my order saying enjoy your order I went like ‘you too ‘ 🫣
I love you
When I was 15 my family had a huge fight and I told my dad “fuck you I don’t want to see you again.” & that night he had a heart attack and died. I think about it every single day
As a child my friend with body image issues said something that pissed me off so I was like “I guess you are too fat to get it huh”
Feel bad about it 15+ years later
A friend was chatting to a girl he just met at a pub years ago.
I being a good mate was talking to her friend that my mate wasn’t interested in.
I noticed the friend had an accent, so I asked where she was from. She said Germany, to which I replied “Oh cool, East or West?”.
It wasn’t taken well at all.
Once in my wildest frame of young drink aggressive mind somehow survived saying I was going to burn a bouncers house down with his family in it.
Got my shit together aka stopped drinking all the time and realised what I’d done, bang out of order and completely disgusting thing to say. Safe to say I lost some sleep and reviled myself for a good year or two. Karma will come for me for this one no doubt and I deserve every bit of whatever comes my way for it.
I worked at a large company. A girl who worked there and I were pretty close friends for a bit, but she hadn’t come to my department in a while. One day she comes in with 3 customers. As soon as she opened the door I took one look and said, “wow I can believe you’re pregnant!”
In front of everyone. She told me she wasn’t.
I thought she was joking, so I doubled down and said “yes you are, look!”.
She had just gained a lot of weight. There were like 15 people watching this interaction, including several of my mentees. Haven’t seen or talked to her since, that was 15 years ago, I still shudder when I think about it.
That’s a secret.
Careful, some of y’all!
I yelled at my grandpa for treating my grandma like shit. He died shortly after. I guess in hindsight i’ve said some truly vile things but something about arguing, them dying, and not being able to tell them you love them comes with a lot of regret.
Had a kid cursing me off on Xbox and I told him well “Santa’s fake.” Thinking it wouldn’t be so bad. I could hear it in his voice. “No he’s not.” He was so heart broken. I promise I feel terrible.
when I was a teenager (i think 14-15), i told my mom that if i ever have kids, I’ll do the opposite of how she raised me
Don’t know, was blackout drunk. But apparently it was so bad they won’t repeat it to me? I’ll never know if it was something bad or they just want me to feel that way forever…
“I hope you like your life”
to the person in the mental institution who had to stay up all night and watch me.
“I do”
I told my bestfriend “lets stop being friend” in my depressive episode. Its still wakes me up at night.
Without thinking I said to a forner friend, “Maybe he’ll put a baby in you 😉” joking about her husband. Never really spoke to me again, I don’t blame her. She had a still birth at like 26 weeks less than a year before. Forgetting about her loss and making that joke was unintentionally cruel and I absolutely regret saying it.
Met someone from a forum we were on in the late 90s. She was determined to visit me on her vacation, though I tried to talk her out of it. I’m antisocial. Her husband dominated the conversation, she just sat there silently. Week later, someone else on that same forum asked me what I thought of her, and I said “I was not impressed.” 🤦♀️ THAT person told her and everrrrryone else what I said. HUGE falling out. I felt awful about it the moment I said it, then that whole forum shitstorm and being ostracized served me right. (But that person was a prick for turning it into the huge thing it became.) Turns out she was quiet because she was mostly deaf (I had NO idea.) Aaaand her husband was a raging abusive narcissist, hence the domineering attitude from him (I didn’t know). I apologized to her years later when we ran across each other. She said it really wasn’t a big deal to HER even back then, the drama that happened was stupid, and she’d forgotten all about it. Still feel wretched when I think about it.
A coworker lost a dramatic amount of weight, and I showered her with compliments. One time, she looked really upset, so I stopped. She died from cancer a few months later. No one knew she was sick, but I still felt crappy.
ETA: This was a while ago when I was heavy into diet culture. Now that I know better, I no longer comment on anyone’s body or weight.
I hooked up with a straight friend/coworker a long time ago. I was pretty messed up about it, as it was a really unexpected hookup and his first with a guy, and we weren’t sober which I wasn’t used to. He also immediately went from being someone I spoke to every day to being super distant, which I understand now but at the time really upset me.
I was angry as well, and when his recent ex (who really didn’t like him) asked me what was wrong I told her. And she told everyone.
He wasn’t the nicest guy, but he didn’t deserve to be outed to his work and our entire friend group. Its not something I’d do today, but maaaan. I regret it massively.
We never spoke again. Last I heard he was married with a kid on the way, so I think he managed fine.
“I’m not coming with you.”
I said this to my grandmother after she was at the hospital with me for 12 hours after my suicide attempt. The deal was I could only leave if I stayed with her under her supervision. I regret it every Christmas. Yes, I tried on Christmas Day.
When I left my last job, they threw a going away party and they asked me if I’d miss anybody or anything. I was pissed at my boss at the time so I just said, “Nope.”
It was just a bad way to go out. I’ve kept in touch with my boss and it’s all good now but I regret saying that. They were good people.
I regret defending my mom and other family members to friends and partners through and until my late 20s. I regret avoiding therapy because every therapist I met confronted me with the fact that I needed to hold them accountable and I actually believed that bad love and a shitty family was better than no love or family at all. The whole time realizing I had plenty of non-filial love in my life that I took for granted.
I told my (emotionally and socially) stunted sister that the reason she had no friends was because she’s just so horrendously unpleasant as a person. I knew it was a sore spot for her, and she was devastated (especially since her room mate had just moved out and I had insinuated that it was because my sister was so awful). She’s still so upset and it’s been like 15years; I feel terrible.
i told my sister i hated her and didn’t want her around. our family was abusive, and she left 2 weeks later at 15. i was 9. i didn’t see her again until i was 13, and then not again until i was 16. we’re both adults now, and i love her more than anything. we’re best friends and about to move in together, but i always feel guilty for not being kinder when life was so hard for her
I’m adopted and as a shitty teen I told my mom “you can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom”. I watched her heart break and have regretted it for the last 2 decades
I was 16. Had a huge fight with my grandmother. I don’t even remember what it was about, just that I was very mad about it. I stormed out of the kitchen and told her “I wish you had cancer or something” the same night I regretted my words and felt really bad but never really apologized with her. Almost a month later she was diagnosed with cancer and after a week, she passed. I remember being by her side the last few days and crying and wishpering at her ear that I was so very sorry, that I never wanted her to get cancer. She pressed my hand very strongly but she could not really talk.
I am 40 years old now and It still haunts me. I have told my wife as a cautionary tale to not let your mouth run wild because you’ll regret it.
I brought up my friends cousins suicide when trying to make a point about drugs. It didn’t come out the way it intended to. Ruined our friendship for two years. It’s the one thing I’ve always regretted. We’re great friends again now
Screaming at my sister and my kids overheard me call her human garbage.
Not something I said necessarily, but I was drunk the last time I spoke to my dad. He said, “I can tell you’ve been drinking again”, and sounded so disappointed and concerned. He died about a week later very suddenly. I am now 5 years sober from alcohol, but that phone call still makes me so sad to think about. My dad made a lot of mistakes raising me, but he cared so much.
Was planning to get together with an ex, he was the only person I ever loved. He ghosted me… this was a pattern with him. A few weeks later he posted on social media some bullshit about being a great friend to people. I responded with anger, I said horrible things, told him he needed a good therapist and that he’d die a lonely old man. He died by suicide 8 months later. His body wasn’t identified for 5 months after he was found. Turns out he had become addicted to anything he could get his hands on and had cut ties with everyone, including his son. I was devastated and regret the things I said.
Now, I tell people that I love them, family, friends, lovers, it doesn’t matter if they say it back or not. Things can change in a heartbeat and I never want to regret not saying I love you to the ones I care for.
Told someone “you’re just like your dad” during a fight
While breaking up with my ex I told her “that’s the reason everybody fucking leaves you”, she wasn’t being nice to me either but still I shouldn’t have.
I told my mom I couldn’t fkn stand her, and I hated her then went no contact. She passed away a few years later. To be fair, she was a shit mom and an alcoholic. At the time (17), I really couldn’t stand her, and I told her so to her face. I’m now 48 and think about that all the time, and she’s been gone 20 years now. I’ve never shared that with anyone.
My high school girlfriend was one of the most amazing people I ever met (to this day) and treated me ridiculously well. Welp, senior year came around and my friends convinced me that I should date around before college so I broke up with her. She was devastated, especially because I told her who I wanted to date. She was upset, and started going after her all the time in the classes we had together.
When my new flame told me she was get harassed (she wasn’t, it was just glares) I confronted my old girlfriend and told her “You were just a starter girlfriend anyway”. Immediately regretted it, so fucking ugly of me, and it destroyed her. We even ended up getting back together later on but I don’t think she was able to let that go. Rightfully so, because fuck who I was back then. Shes married with 2 kids and incredibly successful/gorgeous still and I love that for her. Hope she literally never thinks about me and just is loving life.
Background: My Filipino grandma gets so easily riled up and has screaming matches with everybody who is in an argument with her. Literally red-faced, vein popping, wide eyes full of anger. Half of me gets worried her high blood pressure will blow through the roof, and the other half is so sick of her screaming and insults no matter who she is arguing with.
One day, I was unfortunately in an argument with her, and in the heat of the moment, I screamed, “I don’t fcking care if your high blood pressure goes up!” I regretted it immediately but left the room to calm down without saying sorry until later. We’re good now, but I took a step back and realized I’m becoming like her. I hope to break that cycle before I have kids.
This thread is a mess.
Got into heated argument with my ex-gf at the time. She had started it and I was particularly pissed so I had said something to the equivalent to “What value do you actually add to my life? Like, what do you actually do?” and regretted it immediately.
We ended up making up afterwards, and she said she let it slide because she knew I’d said it in anger, but I could tell those words never left her. Every time she did something nice she’d say something like “so I’m glad someone values my cooking this time” or say things like how I was low effort and imply I was the useless one and this went on until the end of the relationship.
You can’t suck that fart back in once you’ve let it loose, fellas.
In 2nd grade I told a girl to jump off the bus and die.
I was a new kid at the school and this girl immediately latched onto me. She would act like my friend but then make up lies about me behind my back and ruin any other friendship and actively terrorize me. Late in the school year, I was so sick of her, and she was just insulting me constantly on some field trip bus and I just snapped.
She was absolutely a little psychopath but I felt guilty for the longest time for telling her to basically kill herself. I don’t think anyone should be told that, ever; especially since I was deeply suicidal then and long after.
I asked a parent to write me out of their will because “just like in life I wanted nothing to do with them in death as well”.
Me, sarcasticly:
“Who raised her?”
This was my comment to a cowoeker who is now, against all odds, a friend— she forgave me.
The context was talking about her daughter, 10 yo at the time? I noticed she’s exremely smart and polite and overall a great kid, but couldn’t STFU and leave it at that.
I thought it was funny. I didn’t realize she was sharing custody with her ex.
I told my older brother something to the effect that he was an asshole and he died by suicide that night. That was going on 32 years ago, now. Not a day goes by where I don’t regret that and just wish I had told him I loved him
I was talking to my grandma on the phone and she said how she wished I’d come to visit more often because she hadn’t seen me in almost a year and missed me. I was exhausted between my classes and my full time job and thought she was trying to guilt trip me so I rather rudely said, “And when would I do that, when I can’t even find time to sleep?”. She didn’t really ask again and it was about six months before the next time I would come to see her.
Little did I know, she had stage four cancer that was spreading very rapidly. She hadn’t been diagnosed yet at that time of us talking. I never saw her healthy again. When I came to visit after she’d been diagnosed she was already just a shell of herself, and then it was very fast and she passed away a couple weeks after that. I regret being rude when all she said was that she missed me. I should’ve said I missed her too because I did. I regret not seeing her the year before she got diagnosed when cancer hadn’t taken over her yet.
A girl kept bullying me. Guidance Counselor told me to turn the other cheek and be a good Christian because she was struggling at home; her father was just sent to prison.
Things escalated over the years. A physical fight happened. I won. I’d just had enough and lost my temper. You’d think she’d leave me alone.
A week after that she was saying shit to me again – had joined a conversation I was having with my friends about plans with my dad that weekend. She started talking shit about my dad, I don’t remember.
So I said “at least my dad is home”
The way her face just widened into open mouth, gaping fish shock while everyone laughed. Before this I was the quiet kid. It wasn’t that I wasn’t witty or clever; I simply held back.
She never spoke to me again.
Last I checked she went to law school and is still trying to get her dad out of prison.
Edit: I feel obligated to add that this went on from ages 13-16 from middle to high school. I was a transfer student and she targeted me my very first day and it was like it was her mission to just ruin my existence. She could be very charming and the GC loved her. I remember finally reporting it and then the GC just gushing about how lovely and witty and funny this girl was and it was such a shame her home life was a mess. Way more information than I needed to know about her at 14, and my complaints and needs were ignored. Never mind that this girl ruined my things, said nasty things, shoved me and constantly started every altercation. The adults loved her and felt sorry for her and I was the transfer student from a ‘white picket fence’ family. I held onto this information for almost 3 years because I knew it wasn’t something I should know about her before I snapped.
The last thing I texted to a friend before he overdosed. “If you quit texting me i can get home sooner to play video games” i was obviously joking. it’s how we talked. His mom even thought it was funny when she went through his phone afterward. Still sucks tho.
Not me but my dad.
My dad is a boomer but he doesn’t act like one. He can be naive at times, but he always makes an effort to understand and respect people, and he believes in true equality across the board.
He also LOOOVES his wife (my mom) and after 35 years is still over the moon about her. He calls her his Queen. In fact, he calls everybody’s wife their Queen. If he wants to invite his best friend and his wife over he says, “why don’t you come by on Saturday, and bring your Queen with you!”
He works in a small engine mechanics shop. They sell stuff like dirt bikes and atvs plus all the stuff to go with like oil and helmets and jackets and spark plugs.
One day, maybe 20 years ago, a man walks in, and starts browsing helmets. Dad walks up to him to help, and the man says his partner needs a helmet. Dad asks about what sort of activities they’ll be doing so he can advise on wether or not they need a full face helmet or not, visor, etc. Finally, he asks about size. The man says he isn’t sure what size his partner would need. Dad innocently says, “no problem, just bring your Queen in!”
The man abruptly turns and leaves, clearly offended. Dad is confused, has no clue what happened. Then he hears his coworkers giggling behind him at the service counter, and turns to them, only to be told, “that man is gay.”
He was mortified. The man never returned and dad never got a chance to apologize and explain his misstep, and it still haunts him to this day.
My dad is a good man and a wonderful father, he has just always been a bit socially awkward and emotionally stunted. Hard for him to show affection, make friends, etc.
Once in my angst-ridden teenage years we were having an argument where he refused to budge on a rule he had laid down, and I told him that no one likes him, my friends and their parents all think he’s weird, and everyone talks badly about him behind his back.
It has been more than 20 years and I still tear up when I think of that. How I said that just to hurt him. And it worked.
I very often find myself wondering if he remembers it, too. And if he has been paranoid ever since.
Sometimes the worst thing isn’t even a huge insult, it’s a moment you didn’t show up, didn’t say I love you, or stayed silent when someone needed you to speak.
I was a vet tech and most of us all have a very dark sense of humor to keep us going. My dog was going in for surgery and I just as a joke to the surgery tech without even really thinking said “Alright ready to kill my dog?”
I forgot that a few weeks earlier a dog passed away during surgery due to unexpected circumstances under anesthesia. She looked so hurt and I realized I fucked up.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” before deciding to cover a co-worker’s shift on the busiest day imaginable.
I had a friend who was going around to different doctors because nobody seemed to be able to figure out what was going on or why he was getting these splitting migraine headaches pretty frequently.
We were just hanging out having lunch one day, I asked him about how everything was going, and he was saying how he was getting worried because he thought it might’ve been a brain tumor after he had done some research online. I quoted the “It’s naht a toomah” line from Kindergarten Cop. He kept saying that he really thought it was, and how he was going to see if he couldn’t get an actual MRI done, but I just kept saying it over and over again. He got mad that I wasn’t taking it seriously and he just got up and left.
About 2 days later, he had a stroke that his parents said was likely a direct result of a brain tumor, and he died.
Fucking kicking myself over and over and over again about that one. What if I would’ve just said “Maybe it is, you should go to the hospital” or even if I would’ve had my last words to him be LITERALLY anything other than a bad Arnold Schwarzenegger impression? Why the hell was I so insensitive about his legitimate problem….
I was 13 & my first real boyfriend & I had broken up. He played a joke on me months later that he wanted to get back together, & I was excited. When he started laughing & said he can’t believe I thought he was serious, I told him, “At least my mom is still alive. Hey, who can blame her, though ? If you were my son, I would have killed myself, too.” I regret it all the time. Also, jokes on me, my mom killed herself 2 years ago, so. What I’d do to apologize to him now…
This is going to get a lot of hate, and I pray this gets buried. It’s got a long backstory but it doesn’t change what I said. I told one of my best friends at the time who was having suicidal thoughts to just do it. I still think about it every once in a while. Luckily they didn’t and they have a kid now, they even said they forgave me, but I.. don’t forgive me and I don’t know if I ever will. It’s been years now.
I was 7. In foster care. My mom was really sick, had been for years.
She was so frail and skinny. I couldn’t actually go in the hospital room with her (it was sterile)
So we used a phone, to talk while standing outside the glass or her hospital room, we could see into her room like she was in a zoo exhibition.
She talking to me about how she can’t wait to come home. For all of us to come home. ( I was in foster care)
I just remember being so angry. We had this conversation over and over. Just a little more time, she would get better.
But she wasn’t, she looked like she was disappearing as each day went by.
I lost it, I told her she was a liar, that she was never going to come home.
She didn’t. That was the last time I got to speak with her. She died not even 48 hours after I screamed she was a liar and left.
Thats probably the worst things I can remember saying.
Me and my younger sister were arguing, about what I don’t even remember anymore. Something stupid and childish I’m sure. I was 16, she was 12. For some reason, I still have no idea why because I’d never said anything like this before, I snapped and said “well, you’re going to die before I do anyway”.
Not long after, though I had turned 17 and she had turned 13, she got sick. After like 3 days of her being sick, and seeming to get worse instead of better, my mom takes her to the doctor. Doctor says it’s just the flu. So okay, she stays home from school for a few more days, but now appears to be significantly worse off.
After school, instead of getting on the bus to go home, my mom shows up with my little sister, and picks me and my other sister up. We go to the doctor together, who ends up rushing my sister to the hospital that was across the parking lot from his office. Turns out she had leukemia, but no one had thought to check for it (understandably). She got rushed by helicopter to the children’s hospital in Vancouver, then died early the next morning.
And one more thing, since I’m dumping this anyway. We used to play this stupid game for years. We called it “last hit”, was kind of like tag, only it had no time limit. You could “tag” the person, and say “last hit”, and they could get you back right away, or in a few hours, or days, whatever. Didn’t matter. Just a goofy game we used to play.
Anyway, that day, before she got rushed to the children’s hospital in the helicopter, in her last moments of being conscious as they were drugging her. I was at her bedside, along with everyone else. She weakly touched my hand with her finger and looked at me and said “last hit”. To which I smiled at her and said “I’ll get you back when you’re better, okay?” That was it, those were her last words.
I wish every day still that I could switch places with her. If I could somehow wave my hands and be dead so that she could’ve had a life instead of me, I’d do it without a second thought. I’m 34 now, and as dumb as that argument we had was, I still think about it all the time.
alright. That’s enough internet for today.
Told my brother I don’t need him
The worst thing I have said is that I didn’t want anything to do with my mum and dad and I regret it totally now 🙁