What do you feel guilty about?

Were you more a Falcon Crest fan, OP?

I told my stankin ass stepmom she basically bought a husband. I felt bad about but I had tell that bitch what the fuck she needed to hear because their behavior was outrageous. As time goes by I no longer feel guilty about it.

R2 "Their"? Was your stepmom trans?

R3 No she ain’t trans. yes I meant their. She and the negro she purchased.

Not standing up for myself when I was younger.

Not much. I try to do right to avoid that feeling. Some of the stuff I say on here is pretty bad.

I feel stupid about stuff, not so much guilty. Like how long it took me to realize how FU a person my mom was.

I blew up at my partner once when I was stupid drunk about 10 yrs ago. I still think about it, because he's the nicest person. I haven't had a drink since.

r4 Let's not be crude

My mom grew up Catholic and renounced religion as she got older, but man that oppressive Catholic guilt hangs on like stank and infects everyone around you. I felt guilty about everything growing up, and still do.

I see Teacake is back to his “jive turkey” accent today.

His fake ghetto cosplay is much more entertaining with this cliched, silly and absurd affectation 👏.

This never happened

I sometimes feel bad about an old broad I used to know. She pounded booze & pills almost as often as she pounded a man in the sack, and I made sure that the drunken trollope never got a job again. Broadway doesn't go for booze & dope!

In hindsight, I should've been more understanding of this person's substance abuse issues. But, really, she was a grade-A cunt.

R8, I need details. What did you say?

Sometimes I look in my medicine cabinet and see the bottles. All the bottles. ALL the bottles. All the HUNDREDS of empty Xanax bottles George won't let me throw out because he thinks people are stealing our trash! (To be fair, I did see a large, old, ruddy-haired man there. Couldn't see his face, but he had the most ridiculous bleached hair for a geezer I've ever seen.)

I sometimes wonder if things would've turned out differently had I made different choices. I feel a tinge guilty about it all.

But then I make a dry gin martini and all is right with the world again.

Treating certain people like shit at various times in my life. Usually it wasn't intentional, but only because I became too self-absorbed to realize that I might be hurting them.

R11 Running up that Hill by Kate Bush

I REALLY should've capitalized better on all the Let's Roll shit. I'd be a millionaire today, goddammit!

I leet the ollld dude insprmin8 me an my babino has the autism! I don't feel sorry - do U? But I doo feeel gulty!

I'm Italian and Catholic. What [bold]don't[/bold] I feel guilty about?

R4. Teafake, along the same lines of R11, if you are "black," as you say you are (even though you mention a Kate Bush song later at R18), why do you refer to another of your race as a "negro." I find that offensive. Genie would find it offensive too.

R22. I’m referring to my motherfucking dad that’s why. Wtf? A black man can’t reference Kate Bush. A song that got insanely popular after its use in Stranger Things and became one of the biggest songs of 2022. Bitch please. You can kick rocks along with my punk ass father.

R23. A black man most certainly can. You are not a "mafuckin" black man.

R24 You need more cowbell.

I have a ton of things that I feel bad about but I only feel actual guilt about a few things.

My worst guilt is, when I was 11 years old and put myself in foster care I, fucking stupidly, assumed that the state would automatically take my sister too. Never occurred to me that they would leave a child in that home.

They did and my sister wound up a complete... I don't know what. Whether it's mental illness or personality disorder or drugs or all of the above but she wound up a bizarre creature. And it's my fault for not doing better. Or, it's not and she could have done what I did. But, she shouldn't have had to.

I feel guilty asking you why your guinea family had to come to the US, OP.

I feel absolutely terrible about it.

R26 How could you blame yourself. You were only 11. And how did you put yourself in foster care. And why did the state allow you to make the decision.

r28, I should have known, I was her big sister and should have done better.

I left them no choice, I intentionally made an extremely public, ugly scene that would have either gotten me institutionalized or put in foster care, either was fine. I didn't leave them a choice, they had taken me when I was a toddler, gave me back and ignored the situation for years.

R29, no, don't blame yourself. Logic would tell you that siblings would go together and not be separated. Siblings get broken up all the time. Is it right? No. But you didn't know that, at the time.

Harassed a mentally ill troll.

[quote] I’m referring to my motherfucking dad that’s why.

It’s mafuckin.’ I wuz raised dat way.

I feel guilty about not realizing in my childhood that people who had done me harm were trapped in their situations no less than I in mine.

Not a blessed thing.

I don't do guilt, I prefer to live radically in and for the NOW.

Not hiding the garrote.

Everything I've done or said since birth.

I’m Jewish and guilt is an integral part of our religion . My mother’s watchword : be careful what you wish for because you just might get it.

Now I get that she did the best she could . I feel terrible guilt for not seeing her ( and my dad ) more in their declining years . It made me too fucking sad with all the dementia . And I was the son who did the most for them, since I lived the closest. Oh well

I grew up Catholic, so everything.

R39 right.

Teacake, this is very confusing. You stated very clearly on a previous thread that your family raised you to say “mafuckin,” yet in this thread you clearly employ the far more phonetic “motherfucking,” ironically in reference to your father, who ostensibly reared you to say “mafuckin.”

Could you please clear up this discrepancy so we can get back to watching the director’s cut of “I'm Gonna Git You Sucka?”

My first dog when I was 12. I was a very unhappy adolescent and wanted a dog as a companion. But he was a crazy, manic dog and I just ignored him, outside chained to his doghouse. My parents wouldn't pay to have him neutered and he kept smelling neighboring females and getting loose. One day he disappeared. We searched but never found him.

I didn't have another pet for 30 years (except fish tanks) but since then I've always made a point of treating my pets well and with respect.

I don't understand the question, and I won't respond to it.

Who in their right minds is giving WWs to Teafake's posts. I'm hoping it's only his many alters on different accounts.

I would tell you, but I don't want to get arrested.

R10, my mother is deep in the Catholicism thing still. But guess what? Last night she blew hundreds of dollars in a slot machine. Church ideology doesn’t hold a candle to those sizzlin’, red hot 7s. But boy oh boy I’m bad for wanting a boyfriend 😵‍💫 give me a break.

R41 I never stated that old man. I stated that is how blacks in the DC area say the word motherfucker conversationally. Look in the words of Hillary Clinton, WHAT DIFFERENCE DOE SIT MAKE.

Is it wrong? Does it affect your ability to be right. Does it slow down the progression of snow caps melting due to climate change? If so I will stop.

R47. Ice caps...not snow caps.

Naughty, Teacake. You did indeed say you “wuz raised” to say “mafuckin.”

You do tell the most colorful tales, aka, lies.

R49 If I did say it why is you clocking my posts like that. It was meant to say cultural upbringing not specifically that my parents reared and taught me to say mafuckin you literal autistic cunt. My parents aren’t ignorant. You are so fkin lame. Why does it affect you? Contribute something to the mafuckin world.

R50. Leave everyone alone! Follow your own advice. Contribute something, anything, to the world. Please!

R51 I have contributed lots bitch and I’m only 35, soon to be 36. Carry on.

R52. But in the G Close thread you clearly stated you're now 36, not 35. Please write down your lies so you don't forget them.

[quote] Contribute something, anything, to the world. Please!

Pretty high bar for dataloungers dear.

I was 5 years old. My family had a young Great Dane that we absolutely loved. One day I was playing with the dog, and pulled her ears a bit too hard. The dog snapped at me and bit (nipped) my face cutting my upper lip. When I started crying, and ran inside my mom asked me what happened, and I lied to her and told her the dog tried to take a toy from me. I didn't want to get in trouble for mistreating the dog. What happened next was what really traumatized me - My dad took the dog to the vet and had her euthanized. I will never forget when I found out. I cried for a week. That was 45 years ago, and I still tear up thinking about it.

Also, I've Never told anyone this story. This is the first time I've ever put it into words.

R53 I turn 36 in a few weeks loser.

R57...dyslexia strikes again...

He was 45 a month ago. Teacake’s Tall Tales.

Like you, OP, I feel a fair amount of guilt how I treated my mother. If that's the worst way you've treated your mom, you're an exemplary son!

During her last days on earth. I could have definitely been more empathatic/sympathetic to her needs.

Vices

In my 20s, I would lead people on because I wanted attention. I wish I could go back in time and slap myself in the face, Moonstruck-style.

I won’t go into what I did with the exception of saying that it involved my immediate family and an act of self-preservation. That said, guilt is a toxic burden to bear and I have worked to forgive myself so that I can move forward. Not simple but an important lesson learned.

Spitting on my cousin

And telling my sister off badly one time

Also not joining my sister on that Montreal trip in 2017 which led to an encounter with the police when she flipped out on the level of nastiness in her dirty hotel room

Calling the only man I have ever loved "a drunk"He never spoke to me again and now he is dead. Just typing it feels like being hit in the gut with a cannonball.

Was he a drunk, though?

If he was a drunk, he was a drunk. No use calling a sow's ear a silk purse.

Casting Karen Cellini.

Cutting off a dear friend due to her fast and loose lifestyle

Not being successful professionally because I had low self-esteem.

R55 that's so awful, I'm so sorry.

My dad had a Chesapeake Bay Retriever that he loved more than life itself. One day the dog followed me to the bus stop and I felt so important having this dog with me (hey, I was like 6) that it didn't occur to me that I should go back to the house, the dog had never been out when I walked to the bus before. I should have gone back to the house but my mom would have been livid if I missed the bus. So I didn't go back.

Our bus banged a u-turn in an adjoining town to go toward the school as it did every morning and we came up the road, there was my dad's dog, dead in the middle of the intersection in front of the bus stop. I can still see him.

I think about it often, and I don't think my dad ever quite forgave me. I know I was just a little kid but I've always wanted that moment again so I could bring the dog back to the house.

He really loved that dog.

R55. Your dog story made me tear up and even though mine is not as bad as yours I can relate (r71)

Lots of things.

Being sad and frustrated and eating my feelings.

Not noticing how long my dad had been gone from the room while I was talking to mom.

I was trying to do too many things at once - find my keys, my money, my coat and get ready to take him with me when I went to pick up lunch for everyone (I was at their house at the time).

We both thought he was getting his coat, but he decided he was going to go into the garage for some reason (my car was out front in the driveway).

He ended up falling down the garage steps, hitting his head on the concrete floor and dying two days later. I still feel guilty about that. Like I should have noticed he had been gone for more than a minute.

Wow, lots of people feeling guilty for stuff they did when they were little kids.

When I was maybe 12, my dad and the company he worked for got sued for several millions of dollars (that was a lot, in those days, still is). Anyway, it ended up in the newspaper. My parents never talked to me about it. I remember feeling like we were going to go broke, etc.

Now, I know that my dad's company was insured, had well-paid attorneys, etc.

When I was in my 30s or so, I told my mom how I felt when Dad got sued and the look on her face was odd. I think it never dawned on her that kids have those kinds of worries and that you need to talk to kids and help them with heavy feelings.

I'm sorry, R73. Life is so ridiculously random.

Thanks, r75. Yes, it is.

R71 aww you are hella cute.

I was young and thoughtless, and I broke a guy’s heart. I still burn with shame when I think about it.

r78 Frank?

I threw a stapler at my sister when I was a kid.

Not a damn thing. Not one damn thing.

[quote]I'm Italian and Catholic. What don't I feel guilty about?

Italian American, R21? I've never known Italians to harbor much guilt. You can take pleasure, I should think, in not being Irish Catholic -- that lot have a very different, and very guilt-driven religion.

R73 R71 R55 My heart aches for you and everyone else on this thread.

I had a shit job as a contract attorney. I visited my parents after court , my dad would say , did you win, with a big smile.

Instead of just saying yes, I acted annoyed, trying to explain what a status conference was. What a douchebag.

I drove my parents to the doctor all the time . When we were finished , my dad always said , how bout we go out to lunch. I always said no, oh I thought , I’m so busy I have too much to do .

What a horrible person I was and still am. I felt so overwhelmed by shouldering all the responsibility, but that is no excuse. My mother always wanted me to sleep over . I never would . She lived 15 minutes away .

Now I go off the ledge

R69 = Debi Mazar.

Rescue-chick, just seconding the others here who say please, for the love of God, don't feel guilty. You were 11! 11! You did your best in a terrible situation. From your posting history, I know you endured a hellish childhood, and I find remarkable what a kind, smart, and productive person you've obviously become. You should feel proud of yourself!

I used a crude anti-Semitic slue in high school with my classmate/neighbor was I was seventeen...in 1980. It was not directed at him but he glared at me. I chatted with him at our 40th high school reunion and he seemed fine. I hope he has forgotten. I was too chicken to apologize after forty years. I feel awful.

Bitches do better! Most of this so-called guilt stuff seems laughably tame, like when Mary confessed to Mr. Grant that her biggest sin in life was telling Rhoda she wasn't at home when she stopped by or some bullshit like that. I mean come on. I know we must have at least one mega sinner here who shaved a sleeping friend's head or pissed in his martini, right?

r87, it's not about what we've done, it's about what we feel guilty about. I have done lots of shitty things, feel no guilt whatsoever.

[quote] Also, I've Never told anyone this story. This is the first time I've ever put it into words

R56 was the dog named Sabrina? If so, you've told this story before

Don’t, r83. That isn’t going to do anything but leave those around you in grief.

Your dad was very proud of you, that’s why he would ask. You may not have realized it at the time, but he was. He wanted you to know that. His way of saying it was to ask if you won.

Sorry. It’s none of my business. Big hugs to you.

R89 WHOA. Yes it was. I swear I thought I've never told this story. Mea culpa.