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I've made a lot of mistakes in my 22 years on  this earth. I've stolen things from other people, but never from my  family. Now I have to live with this weight on my shoulders. I wander if  I will ever be able to tell my grandmom what I did?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389607860611998021-6096109442723291341?l=www.secretregrets.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I don't regret that, as of today, we are almost assured to get a divorce. Not because I want it, but because it is  inevitable. As our first kiss was inevitable, our first date, the first  time we told each other we love the other, the first time we made love,  that we devoted ourselves to each other, I don't regret it. I can't. It  was inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I do regret that I couldn't be the one to help  you through what you need to work through. I don't know how to reach you  anymore, but you have things you need to work through, and I wasn't the  one to do it. I failed, not because I didn't try, but because I wasn't  enough to truly make you understand what you need to be in life. As much  as you failed me, I failed you. The monetary debts you racked up, the  bullshit friends you now have (and they are bullshit), the stupid job  you have that you already know you weren't advanced in because you can't  be trusted, I could have been the one to get you through it. I should  be the one to get you through it. And I won't be. I regret that.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been smart enough to figure out so many things in life, but not this one thing that should be so simple.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today,  I am so glad to be alive, healthy, happy, have an amazing husband and  new baby son, all because I have turned my life around.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
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Yep.&lt;br /&gt;
Can  it be possible that the impossibility of hurting your partner would  keep you plugging away? Smiling, raising children, attending dinner  parties and birthday parties and folding laundry and  filling the tank  with gas on Sundays ? Your smile has become something you consciously  wear, like a stiff cotton shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe you tried to leave a few times.&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe you met someone with whom you knew you could be happier . &lt;br /&gt;
Maybe you verbalized how unhappy you were to your husband and that maybe you'd like to move on and he...&lt;br /&gt;
fell apart. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And you just can't take that. &lt;br /&gt;
He's been so loving and kind and he loves you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You are a lovely, golden , handcuffed hostage who's responsibility is to be loyal to those that love you most. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe you met another man.&lt;br /&gt;
You  had desperately wanted to try a relationship and he knew you were  married and he could " never be a home wrecker " so , finally , he just  started ignoring you. &lt;br /&gt;
Of course, nothing happened between the two of  you except  chemistry and flirtation and, in the end , anger and even  MORE regret because now you just feel like you were being pursued , used  and discarded because you're a " good girl" and that wouldn't be the  right way to end a relationship or start another one. And honestly, why  not just ignore me? I'm married and texting me and teasing me was just  what I asked for , right? No harm done,  no real damage... Just go on  back to your life like a good wife.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And so the regret creeps in of taking care of someone else's feelings ,&lt;br /&gt;
everyone else s feelings ,&lt;br /&gt;
And the stupidity of wanting something, someone , so badly, who never had any intention of wanting more than an amusement.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And now so much time has passed and there's nowhere to go and I feel utterly broken and exhausted &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cue dryer - cycle &lt;br /&gt;
Cue empty gas tank,&lt;br /&gt;
Cue added birthday candles,&lt;br /&gt;
Smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My biggest regret is my loyalty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389607860611998021-764672016979897149?l=www.secretregrets.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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31, F&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1389607860611998021-6666244088028226377?l=www.secretregrets.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Most of all, I regret the day I just stopped caring.&lt;br /&gt;
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