Anonymous wrote:Marrying my husband.
Anonymous wrote:Not playing football in middle school. I was fast, strong and tall. I played backyard football with my brothers, and I was great. I was not deluded to think I could play HS.
I asked my dad and he said no, I asked the coach (my friend's dad) he said yes.
My dad said, "I'm not worried about you getting hurt or not being successful. What I'm worried about is the boys feeling bad that a girl is beating them and how their dads will react to their son being tackled by a girl"
FF to 8th grade, I had the fastest time for the Presidental Fitness. A boy in my class said, he'd have a faster time, but he didn't run his fastest none of the boys did, because they didn't care. I challenged him to race me at recess. He did and I destroyed him. Almost every boy stopped talking to me for the rest of 8th grade.
I know there are a ton of studies that show girls do this in academics for my generation, pretending not to be as smart so boys don't feel bad.
FF to college... a guy challenged me to a basketball 1-1, I said yes and he was going to spot me 5 point play to 10, I didn't take the 5 points and I beat him. I was no longer invited to that house for parties.
Here comes the rest of the regret.
After that... I stopped trying to win... pool, darts, cards, boardgames. I would not beat guys because I didn't want to deal with their ire.
This continued at work and life in general.
I'm kind of bummed I just didn't say f it I don't own their feelings, I'm just doing my thing.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I wish I studied abroad.
I loved my study abroad so much that the next year I volunteered in the advising office and encouraged others.
There were so many young women who didn't want to go because "I would miss my boyfriend too much"
NP. That was me! And I still consider passing on study abroad as one of my greatest regrets.
My other is taking COVID too seriously without realizing the harm that isolation was causing for me and especially for my kids. I totally thought I was doing the right thing, keeping our family and the community safe. But it was too much, and addressing the harm has been an excruciating process.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Not figuring out earlier how to deal with my teeth, learning too late that regular dental hygiene was not enough for my mouth.
Would have saved so much time and money.
omg.. I have been on DD about taking care of her teeth, brushing, flossing since she was young. She refuses to listen to me, and now she has six cavities.
My parents never taught me about oral hygiene. I have tons of fillings, and now at 50+, I need crowns. Painful and expensive.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Giving a beloved elderly relative Covid, which caused their death.
I stayed away from an elderly relative. It was post vaccines and I was traveling in the summer but she was fragile and it was her request.
She died that fall and I never saw her again. Just to give you the flip side.
I’m sorry for you both. It was a crappy situation all around and there weren’t really good fail proof options on how to go about it.
I'm the PP who caused the Covid death. Sadly, it was preventable because it happened recently, not during the confusion of the early Covid years. I knew better. I should have tested for Covid before seeing the relative since I had "cold" symptoms. It's still around, as much as we'd like to forget about it, and it still kills. But thank you to both PPs for your sympathy.
Anonymous wrote:Giving a beloved elderly relative Covid, which caused their death.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:
Choosing to settle in an area with high costs of living instead of moving to a mid-size city earlier in life before having kids. Now moving is so much harder but the challenges of living in an expensive place have multiplied.
+1. This is pretty much it for me too. Unknowingly/unintentionally enrolling my children in the Nova childhood rat race.
You can move to other parts of Nova like Annandale or Springfield and get out of the rat race.
Anonymous wrote:Not buying bitcoin once upon a time
Anonymous wrote:I left a very special job in my 20s because a coworker (who ended up having a mental breakdown and leaving abruptly) told me I was horrible at it and should quit. I lasted a year after that but lost all confidence. Now as an older woman I look back on it and it sort of ruined my life. I was not bad at that job, and I should have stayed.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Marrying my husband.
Why?
He started off with the "quiet nerd" vibe, which I appreciated. And then over many years, and while researching my child's symptoms and realizing he had autism, I realized my husband had high-functioning autism as well, and it explained his emotional distance from his child and his social difficulties with everyone. I thought these problems would get better, not worse, with self-awareness and social practice. No. He's getting angrier, more paranoid and irrational, and more reclusive with age.
So given that I've got a kid with autism (who has a sweet nature and whom I hope will never end up like his father), and an angry spouse who is now reflexively argumentative and disrespectful... I feel my life could have been better without that marriage.
Of course I love my child to bits. But I sacrificed my career to stay home and look after him so that he could grow up to be as independent as possible. My husband just couldn't share the special parenting work it takes to continually engage with an autistic child.
+1 Similar story except my child's personality is a carbon copy of Dad's. It's like double the pain. Only you cannot leave your child. The stress and trauma has already led to significant health issues.
Anonymous wrote:Marrying my husband.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I sometimes regret not marrying someone just to have had a wedding. I think I would’ve made a nice bride.
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Half of marriages end in divorce, and it seems that plenty of people know they’re making a mistake. I did the “right” thing by not marrying the wrong person, but I never got a party, presents, nice pictures, and then later everyone calling me stunning and brave when I got a divorce. Being right is no fun.
That is what you think a divorce is like? Everyone rallying around you and calling you "stunning and brave"? And marriage is a party and presents and nice pictures?
Wow.