Sunday Scribblings Post-Prompt "Regrets"
Regrets
He knows all the reasons why I don’t drink alcohol very often. He understands and respects the choice. There are no drugs and no cigarettes in our house because we have no need for them. It’s those choices that leave us no regrets.
Our stupid decisions tend to be more of the variety that involves a late night run for pepperoni pizza and entirely too much soda and the resultant heartburn or spending $4 to rent a movie that we’re curious about and discovering that it’s two hours of our lives that we’re never going to get back.
Sometimes, we have spats and words end up getting tossed around that shouldn’t have been. Those are the big regrets in our lives, the times when the anger and hurt turn into hasty words that just make things worse because we know exactly how to hit hard below the belt. After the fight, we always want to take the words back. It’s easier to say sorry to him than to anyone else because I never want to hurt him and I know that the only way that I can help him heal the wounds that I inflicted, so deliberately, is to show him that I know what I did and I know how stupid it was. The only way that I can heal from hurting myself by hurting him is to try not to do it again, so that my life, from that point on, can be without regrets.