Hey,does this count as the “worst mistake I ever made”?
I normally hate people who post a second time to point out obvious typos, but I just have to say that I think “discussino” is strangely amusing. It sounds like me trying to communicate in Italy – I don’t speak Italian so I just tried to make English words sound more Italian by adding vowels on the end and waving my arms while I spoke. It didn’t work.
Your wife ended up divorcing you because you went shopping and had lunch with a woman, and didn’t tell her? And before that, she spent ten years harping on that tiny incident and bringing it up in every argument?
I’m sorry, but you are just not justified in feeling guilty about that, or that you made the mistake. If your wife said that she couldn’t trust you completely after that, then she never had much trust in you in the first place. Being married does not mean that you owe your partner an accounting of your whereabouts at all times, and a listing of every person that you ever spend any time with. Sure, if your wife previously made it known to you that she was irrationally jealous of the woman you went shopping with, and then found out that you were with that woman and didn’t tell her, she’s justified in being a little annoyed with you. But to lose trust in you over that raises insecurity to new heights.
I think he’s Augustino’s brother. He doesn’t make guitars, www.augustinoloprinzi.com , he just talks alot. 
Invested, when I was young, borrowing money from my parents, in a radio station with absolutely the wrong guy. Worked for him for 12 1/2 years (or as I like to think of it, an eighth of a century). Stayed with him through his divorce (apparently he had an affair), his conversion to born-again Christianity of the faith-healer persuasion, his remarriage, thier redivorce, and a Chapter 11 bankruptcy. Discovered that he ignored bills he didn’t feel he owed and had such an inflated opinion of himself (and his place under God’s protection) that he didn’t bother with such things as attorneys and paying our ASCAP and BMI bills. Very embarassing to be summoned for a deposition and discover this.
Also, when we owed everybody in sight and were trying to get out of debt, discovered he had donated $3,000 to his church so they could buy an old school bus. His excuse was that it was a higher calling, but my appraisal was so that he could feel like a big shot.
Finally left, sold my stock for literally 5 cents on the dollar to a lawyer to get away from any possible legal entanglements with him.
He is still in business, though the station, which once dominated the small market, has become marginalized to the point of being almost invisible. Took me years to pull out of that financially and in my self-esteem.
Saying “I love you.” The emotion was there but it was said at the wrong time for the wrong reason. It’s the one thing I wish I could go back and change.
Wow, this is kind of depressing for my first post. I’m going to go find a more humorous thread…
Worst mistake I ever made was not asking a girl out in early high school days. I liked her and knew she liked me, but was far too afraid to do anything about it. Of course, it’s all far too late now.
In college, I dated a girl for two years. She went to a week-long Christian retreat and came back all excited about fellowship…with the friends she met there. Since she now spent all of her time with her new friends, I had a lot of time to kill. So I spent time with some of her old friends, particularly a girl she said was “like a sister” to her. She started to get jealous and guilted me into admitting in front of her and our friends that I cheated on her–which I didn’t, we just innocently spent time together renting movies, going to the store, and stuff like that. I do remember awkwardly laughing when I admitted that I was lying, because to everyone it sounded like I was admitting to lying to my girlfriend, but I was actually confessing to lying about the cheating. What I hoped would close the issue, instead ended up costing me a lot of friendships, and she never trusted me after that anyway. Really stupid of me, but I learned the moral which is never let someone force you into admitting guilt of something you didn’t do.
I even had people prevent me from having any leadership in the Christian group because “where sin steps in, God steps out.” I distinctly remember that quote because it was the total opposite of the Bible’s teaching. I still embrace Christianity, but I find myself wanting to slap most Christians on the forehead. If anything, at least I learned something from my stupidity.
I made that mistake, too. I started out as a pre-med major. I suspected that I had done the wrong thing the very first week of classes, but I was determined to make it work. I stuck with it for three years. When I finally changed my major from B.S. in biology to B.A. in English, I regretted that I had wasted my time on the extra science and math courses that were required of a pre-med major. I should have been taking geography, art history, psychology, and additional foreign language courses instead. I had to spend an extra year as an undergraduate to make up for lost time. 
I faked obsessive compulsive disorder because I hated my school and my parents didn’t want me to change schools.
My worst mistake?
Messing up a perfectly good relationship with, honestly, the only man I’ve ever completely loved because of my own insecurity.
Two related actually…1) Not citing adultery in my divorce from my first husband so that nobody’s reputation became tarnished. The son of a bitch turned around and threatened me with an adultery suit after we became legally separated in order to coerce me into child support terms more favorable to him. 2) Caving in to this blackmail instead of telling him to go ahead and make himself the asshat of the community.
Having an affair with a married man. At first he said he was separated, but I knew the truth soon enough. It took me several months to break up with him because he was so good at telling lies and I was so good at convincing myself to believe them.
One night he lied to me for the last time and I went to his apartment to break it off with him…in front of his wife. In my demented state I really thought I was doing her a good turn because she was married to a rat fink and I thought she should know. (FTR, I’d want to know.) But I wasn’t at all prepared for her reaction. Instead of being angry at him and even grateful to me for enlightening her, she was absolutely crushed. The look on her face is what doctors must see when they tell someone that they are now a widow.
A few months later they were divorced. A part of me thinks she’s better off but I still deeply regret telling her the way I did. He deserved it, though. Rat fink.
PunditLisa, I think you did the right thing. Yes, she was crushed, but now she knows what kind of man she was married to and can find someone more deserving.
Truth hurts, sometimes. I think if you had done it differently the Cheating Husband could have lied to his wife about it.
Turning down a “full-ride” scholarship to a small, local liberal arts college so that I could pay full-fare out-of-state rates at a huge, faraway ubermegauniversity where my HS girlfriend was attending. Small town boy was just blown away by the enormity and anonymity of the whole situation. After the high paying orderly job at the hospital that my aunt had promissed me fell through and reaching the conclusion that I could pay for room and board or tuition but not both, I packed it in after a few weeks.
My confidence was shot and I let this setback hold me back for many years.
Getting married at a young age. By far, the worst mistake of my life.
This thread is pretty much blowing my mind…
I am the hideous smelly old hag in the last of the Hitchhikers series, the oracle Arthur sought for guidance. Her oracular counsel consisted of the history of her life, xeroxed. She told Arthur to study her life and view all the decisions she’d ever made, and then make opposite ones; that way he might avoid ending up old and haggy in a smelly cave on a forsaken planet.
I’m thinking of having some advice printed up.
Some highlights, off the top of my head:
- Moving to Los Angeles (this is really a gimme);
- Going to college. I’ve had exactly one job that required a college degree, and learned nothing in college remotely related to a marketable skill. I wish I were a carpenter, or a construction worker, or a drill press operater, or something. Then I might be earning a decent living;
- Moving to Los Angeles again, just before the 1994 earthquake, instead of looking for a job in Chicago after I was laid off there;
- Moving to Los Angeles, can you believe, a third time after having quit a job I shouldn’t have quit, although it did suck and would still be sucking now, and wasn’t even permanent or full-time;
- Moving to Seattle right before the tech crash; and
- Putting all my money, back when I had any, into tech stocks right before the tech crash.
I don’t regret my credit card debt at all, though. I thank God for credit card debt.
I tend to forget most of the stupid things I’ve done, but one does come to mind.
I used Armor All™ on the vinyl seat of a truck I used to own. I was stopped waiting for traffic to pass so I could make a left turn into a parking lot. When the traffic passed, I hit the gas, and slid out from behind the wheel, and fell on the floor on the passanger side. I reached over with my right hand and pushed the brake and brought the truck to a stop. I then reached up an grabbed the steering wheel, pulled myself back to an upright possition, looked around to see if anyone had seen me, and when no one was pointing and laughing, I continued on as if it had never happened.
Gee, I have so many choices of horrible decisions…
There was the time I actually invited–nay, insisted that my best friend move in with my husband and me, because her husband was abusive. Which would have been really cool, except that my husband ended up kicking me out with my two small babies so that he could shack up with HER…
And going into business with a good friend. Bad, bad, BAD decision. She turned out to be a micromanaging, controlling, jealous, psycho nutjob who nearly ruined my little tiny business. Two years later, I still thank the powers that be every day that I had sense enough to get the hell out of that mess.
Trusting the wrong people. . . continually!