Ever had one those moments in life when you know, beyond any shadow of a doubt, you are making a very, very bad decision, with a great chance for instant regret and a miserable, probably long lasting, outcome and notheless followed that path?
Yeah, that one. Care to share with us?
I’ll start. I dated a person, after we had already dated for a very short time, during which I was cheated on and eventually was left for a fourth person.
Yeah, not my brightest moment. And yes, I was cheated on again and again was left for another person.
Having kids. I love my kids, but if I could go back and not have them I absolutely would. Never have kids until you’re financially comfortable. Fuck, the struggle is fucking real.
I really admire the honesty and bravery it took to write this comment. Thank you for sharing.
My wife and I had a similar conversation the other day. The kids were being a handful, and she said, “Why do people even have kids?”
And I said it’s because society lies to you. “You’ll never feel emotionally/mentally/financially ready for kids. Just do it!”
I always tell people that you need to be 110% sure. I wouldn’t trade my kids for anything, but I sure do miss the quiet, free time, and extra money.
I feel this. I still don’t have kids of my own, but my parents had some rough patches which I hope I learn from and don’t repeat; thankfully I only realised most of that when I grew up.
That time I came inside her while drunk. 19 years later, I don’t regret the daughter I have, but the child support payments haven’t exactly been easy…
Remember fellas, just because she can’t consent when she’s drunk sure as fuck doesn’t mean you can’t, too
I’ve read this comment five times and I still don’t understand what you were trying to say.
I’m saying that being drunk isn’t considered a valid excuse for men like it is for women. If the original commenter was a woman who said she regretted having unprotected sex while she was drunk, white knights would be lining up to tell her she was a victim of rape. Very rarely are people sympathetic to men who make poor sexual decisions while drunk
A lot of these are kinda on the negative side (no judgement!), so I’ll add a positive one. I met this girl, we started dating and we had been in that weird phase where like it wasn’t exclusive but it felt like it was but it wasn’t explicitly said you know? Anyways, I had these plans to go on a trip with a couple friends and some friends of friends and that same week me and the girl talked and decided it was official, nobody is dating anyone else, we’re together/a thing/official.
Fast forward to that trip, and I meet this girl, I know nothing about her but she’s cute and she’s into me. We all get drunk around a camp fire, me and this girl go for a walk, and it’s about as obvious as it’s ever going to be this girl wants to hook up and I have the green light and I’m about to go for it. So I’m about to and then I remember…I shouldn’t. I’m not single anymore. It doesn’t matter if it’s new it matters to me, I really like the girl I’m dating, we have a good thing going and it’s dumb to risk fucking that up for some girl I just met. So I don’t. I say I’m sorry I’m drunk and should go to bed and that’s the end of that. We were cordial the rest of the weekend and I’ve never talked to or seen her again.
It’s eight years later and that girl i liked is my wife of close to four years and we’re just hanging out being boring together and I’ve never been happier.
We were driving my friends hoopty Saturn back from Vegas to LA on hwy 15, we had just turned 21, and a flash flood was tearing through the desert. I’ve been in hurricanes and tornadoes but I’ve never seen rain this heavy to this day. So when the brake lights in front of us reached from the top to the bottom of the windshield after a semi truck poured a waterfall onto us I suggested we pull over.
Once we reached the side of the road we stay and waited a bit, talked to our friends in the other car over the walkie talkies and they pulled over with us when they caught up. When suddenly it hit me, I’ve been in hot ass desert for a week now, I would love to soak up some rain!
So I tell my buddy I’m going to “Experience the storm” and step out of the car and raise my hands up Shawshank style. And feel all the hair on my body stand up.
Since my earliest childhood I remember a photo of my parents on our living room wall, standing on either side of their beat up Toyota hands raised in a jumping jack pose. And I also remember my father’s retelling of the taking, in which they all dove into the car because their hair began to stand on end.
So I dove back into the open door and heard a thundercrack.
Reminds me a lot of the McQuilken Photo Lightening does not fuck around.
I turned down a full ride scholarship plus living stipend at one of my state’s top-rated universities because my mentally abusive high school girlfriend didn’t want me to move that far away from her, who had only applied for the local community college. The whole time, I knew that i was making a mistake that I’d regret forever but didn’t have the courage to stand up for myself. We ended up breaking up before I even graduated, but I had already turned down the offer by that point. I ended up going to the same community college as her. Ironically, she ended up dropping out of that college because she saw me on campus every day.
I have nothing but respect for community colleges and I genuinely believe they can provide a better education than conventional universities, but I know that my life would’ve went differently if I had taken that offer.
