If you could travel back in time and change how you handled an event in your life, what would you change?
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I never would have started smoking. I know that sounds like a regret and not an event but I remember one day when I was 14 and riding my bike home from work and I stopped to buy a pack of cigarettes thinking I would only “smoke for now” and would be able to quit whenever I wanted to. So for me, it was an event.
I blew up on my Mom one day, actually about a year ago. I was at my breaking point with the way she treated me and ended up telling her everything I always wanted to say to her. Even though I did say everything I’ve been wanting to say, I did it in the wrong way. I wish I would have sat her down and explained things better. Maybe I would have gotten some questions answered. Nothing really gets accomplished with yelling. We’ve never talked about that day again. I regret how I handled that whole thing.
wow late to bed early to comment…morning
Then where’s your comment Jason?
Busy busy busy, I was talking “bout you.
Mine among many, would be %$^#%@ cigarettes also
I sure look cool now.
I’ve got a few things i’d go back and change if I could. I’m just not certain how I’d change them.
I would change how I responded to catching my ex and his assistant together…I was WAY too nice.
I didn’t grieve properly when my grandma died and it affected other area’s in my life that I didn’t realize for a while. I should have cried and screamed and let it out instead of holding it all in.
I kind of did something like Nikki did with my parents. My husband and I bought them a house on the ocean but they kept giving my brother money. He was in trouble, didn’t work and needed a tough love thing to happen and they kept giving in to him and I got mad and told them both off in HIGH style and I was immediately sorry I did that. They are very good people and have great hearts and I should have respected them more and told them in a nicer way. I will never talk to them like that again but also, I now buy them things and don’t give them money because they will still turn it over to him and he has to learn to live on his own.
I wish I could still have my children but never have met my first husband. He has caused me so much heartache over the years.
I would change a recent event where I had to choose my mind over my heart….
My biggest regret happened about 7yrs. ago. I was hanging out with the wrong crowd and they got me in to drugs. And I’m not talking about pot, I don’t consider that a drug. I don’t have a problem anymore, but that’s scary because they really can destroy your life.
I’m glad to see you say this Shane. You were lucky you got out of that situation. Brave to admit it also.
Do you really want to know? I would have run my boyfriend over with my car (not literally, but you know…) the night his brother showed up at a party and I found out things I had NO IDEA about. That was complete humiliation because everyone else knew, but me. I looked and felt like a fool. Some assumed I knew others didn’t think about it, but I was completely mortified and I wouldn’t have let him sweet talk me the way he did. Love does crazy things to you I guess.
Well, since I couldn’t answer that general question with one sentence, I decided I’ll write about it. First there was one novel, then two… then KGB, then back to square one and two and three… Come take a look. I don’t believe anyone can seriously answer that with once sentence. It’s kinda… addictive to time travel? 😉