I Regret Almost Everything Book Novels & Stories

I pleaded with deep concern for her wellbeing. "I might do something I'd regret forever if I spent any more seconds with you," she said as she pushed the suitcase out of the room. Just two hours ago, I had been filled with joy, and now that happiness has evaporated, leaving behind immense pain and sadness. If someone had told me this would happen, I would have mocked in disbelief. "Why do I make everyone I love miserable? Am I such a misfortune? I'm left all alone again, and this time I fear I may never find someone to love—or to love me in return," I thought as I wallowed in self-pity, regret, and remorse.

to her. I held Laura in one hand and a bag of medicine in the other, but James just ignored me completely. He treated us like we were thin air. My heart ached so much that I began to find it difficult to breathe. At that moment, I began to regret marrying James. I even began to regret the decision to give birth to Laura. I gave birth to Laura, but couldn't bring her any happiness. This was my failure as a mother. However, I couldn't really go back in time now.

I shifted uncomfortably under his intense gaze. “Alina, there is one thing that I learned from my mistakes is that time doesn't turn back. Once it's gone, it's gone. I've already regretted a lot of my decisions that I made towards the people who…” he gulped before continuing, “who meant the world to me because I was selfish. I can never make the same mistake again. My business is established. One or two days away from work won't ruin anything for me. But if I'm not there when I'm supposed to be there for my son and my wi—” he paused before correcting himself, “the mother of my child, it could create serious damage and regrets that I don't ever want to face again.”

But with each passing moment, I realized that the damage I had inflicted upon myself and others was not so easily undone. Regret, like a relentless adversary, continued to shadow my every move. It whispered doubts and insecurities into my ear, reminding me of the pain I had caused and the irreparable damage I had wrought. I berated myself for my foolishness, for my misplaced trust in a person who had only shown me disdain.

After washing myself up, I decided to go read a book in the library as I don't want to think about Alex. The pain was overwhelming. I was rejected. Heart broken. Never have I felt so much regret in one night. The pain, I couldn't take it anymore. "It's staying between us, honey." I read the words from the book, trying to engage back inside my own little world but froze. That line, the sentence. It sounded somewhat familiar in my head.

I wouldn't like me either. My cellmate is a woman named Rita. She's in her fifties, serving time for armed robbery. She doesn't talk much, which I appreciate. But sometimes at night, when the lights are out and the sounds of the prison settle into an uneasy quiet, she asks me questions. Why did I do it? Was it worth it? Do I regret it? I always tell her the truth. Yes, I regret it. Every single day. But regret doesn't change anything. It doesn't bring back the time I stole from Alessia and Alexander. It doesn't erase the trauma I caused. It just sits there, heavy and useless, reminding me of who I've become.

OV No one knows how but everyone has things that they regret. Some regret not treasuring what they had, but they realize too late that what they had was precious. Some regret unsaid thoughts and words when they had the opportunity to say them. Others regret not being courageous enough to take risks. Hamdan was no exception. He had a lot of regrets. He regretted being selfish, he regretted not trusting his beloved wife, he regretted driving her away yet his biggest regret was not being there for his wife. The last call she made to him was like a wakeup call to his selfish self.

I was selfish, immature, and I never considered the feelings of others as long as I am not suffering, then I’m good. And that’s some of my red flags. I realized how bad of a person I was. To my family, to Justine and Peter, to other people, and to myself. “I am selfish, and my selfishness brought me to something I had never expected will happen to me. I saw…” I paused, trying to breathe as much as I could. “I saw how Georgia died in front of me. And I saw how mom lose all the colors on her face as she becomes pale slowly and slowly. And regret was what hit me the most. I have lots of regrets. I realized lots of things,” in a small voice, I continued.

He muttered with pain filled voice. " You see... If there is anything in my life that I regretted till this day, it's the fact that I bite the hand that fed me. I hurt the only person who saw me at my worst, took my hands and raised me up to where I am today but I do not regret it too. It would have been worst on me if I had lost everything instead... so, I don't want to regret it. I don't want to regret what I did to him because of my survival. I don't want to regret it but I feel miserable whenever I see my employees face and saw the look in their eyes when they look at me.

Regret was the worst. Regret was sour and bitter, and it tasted so close to the truth I had to fight sinking into it. I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. I wanted to tell him everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there. And some part of me has never q