Post Breakup Regret Novels & Stories

"It would have still ended. You own this. You're just in denial. Ariadne would have still left. She might be your love but she is not meant to stay. And in the end, the only thing we get to keep is the good memories." Yes, it would have but it was better knowing that I saved her from herself even though it didn't last. She was happy over the last few hours of the incident. "What was the last thing that caused you to break up?" I don't know if I'm ready to reach that level yet. "Miss Abbie. I believe you deserve some rest. Thank you for this." I grabbed the resins from the dish on the table. And walked to the door. "I might have pushed you too much but you should know. We all have our regrets

“Brother, if you truly care for my sister-in-law, you need to show it through concrete actions. You’ve been living apart for three years since your marriage… that’s extremely detrimental to a couple’s relationship.” I paused, softening my tone. “Communication is crucial between spouses. Look at me and Everett… it was poor communication that led us to this point.” He pondered for a moment before asking, “So do you regret it?” I froze, then laughed. “No regrets.” Divorce wasn’t entirely a bad thing… it had made me see some of my past mistakes clearly. As for Everett, I wasn’t entirely sure, but judging by his recent behavior, he too had accepted the outcome of our divorce.

Not… that. He said it like they were strangers. Like they didn’t share a past. Like he hadn’t spent years being terrified of losing her, hadn’t chased her across the globe, hadn’t practically bent over backwards after the divorce trying to win her back. Fine. Maybe onstage he’d had to stay neutral as a judge. She got that. But now? Even now? She glared at him, rage flaring. "Don’t give me that. Fix this, Noah. I mean it—fix it, or I swear to God, you’ll regret it."

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

"Don’t take anything personally, no matter what you see afterward. If it’s really hard to get over, talk to Charlotte more. You can also call me." Then he replied to Westley. "Jane is going through a breakup. If you tell Jordan to leave now, Luthor is very suspicious and will definitely notice something’s wrong. Besides, even if Jordan leaves Jane’s house, she won’t come looking for you." Westley wanted to scold Zachary but stayed silent. Then he asked, "I heard you also went through a time pursuing your wife. Care to share some experience?" Zachary showed no mercy. "I didn’t get married and then ignore the person for three years."

But this is the first time I was deeply hurt by it. "It's not a thing I can easily moved on with." This break-up had me feel bad for myself. This made me question my existence, my worth, and everything I had on myself. I started doubting myself. Is there anything wrong with me? I can't definitely answer it. I don't even know myself that much. How terrifying. "Well, do you regret being in a relationship with him?" "I also don't know. I can't even think of times that we are together, like a couples do. Maybe I do regret. I do regret wasting my time for him instead of using those times on myself. But I still don't know. Maybe soon I'll find out the answers."

“She had warned me, told me her concerns knowing she moved around a lot. The few months she was at school with me, I treated her the way she deserved, I had forgotten about it, waved it away until she left, one day she was just moved away and I couldn't handle it. I broke things down because I didn't know when or even if I'd still see her.” I myself remembered it while he told about it to Mitch, how I had called him crying the morning I was moved away. I myself had even grown to hope for what was between us to be more. I remembered how I cried when he broke up, how broken I had felt. The silence after Pierce's words spoke volumes, he still regretted breaking up with me. It still hurt him as

He points out and I sigh. "The way you treated me says more about you than it does about me." I say firmly and I feel a fresh bout of regret barrel into me from my bond with Micah. I reach up to hold his hands that are clasped around my waist and squeeze them gently, letting him know that I have forgiven him. I won't let some bad memories stop us from enjoying a loving mate bond. It would be cheating myself just as much as him, and I refuse to do that to myself.

I will give them what they want, but without them knowing that they themselves will fall into their same dead-end heard. I have saved enough to take a vacation of about a year, however, I will only take a couple of months and then I will start again. What I'm doing seems more like breakup therapy than reflection therapy. It's not that what happened doesn't hurt me, it hurts a lot, but I just don't want to think about it and I'd rather try to get over it, than regret it while crying in my bed. At least try.

About him telling the doctor I was unstable. “I lost a baby,” I said. And my voice broke. “And he used it to make me look crazy.” Tears were running down my face now. I didn’t wipe them. “I’m not perfect,” I said. “I stayed too long. I was scared. I loved him. That’s not a crime.” I looked straight into the lens. “David Blackham is a liar. And a criminal. And if you believe that 30 second clip, then he’s already won.”