Yeah, that hits in the feels too. In my case there have been two big ones. I wish I would’ve told the girl that got away that I just got jealous and it was my fault I pushed her away…that I forgave her or more realistically that she did nothing wrong. I was young and dumb. The other was what I didn’t say to my stepson, that I wasn’t ever going to try to be the “new sheriff in town” and that life is hard and he was fine just the way he was. Maybe that yesterday’s painful lessons become tomorrow’s triumphs. He was an angsty, antisocial teen and I always figured he’d be cooler towards me when he grew up a bit. He killed himself, so growing up never happened.
Sometimes you don’t get a chance to say what you wish you had.
Reminds me of a quote from a Reddit comment years ago:
“Sometimes we lack the strength to communicate, and we whisper what we need to shout.”
Yeah, that hits in the feels too. In my case there have been two big ones. I wish I would’ve told the girl that got away that I just got jealous and it was my fault I pushed her away…that I forgave her or more realistically that she did nothing wrong. I was young and dumb. The other was what I didn’t say to my stepson, that I wasn’t ever going to try to be the “new sheriff in town” and that life is hard and he was fine just the way he was. Maybe that yesterday’s painful lessons become tomorrow’s triumphs. He was an angsty, antisocial teen and I always figured he’d be cooler towards me when he grew up a bit. He killed himself, so growing up never happened.