So, there's been two times in my life that I know I really screwed up. The first time being after my divorce when I agreed to let my ex-husband bend me over the washing machine at the home that he shared with the home wrecker that he cheated on me with and got pregnant. (And is presently married to.) That's definitely a regret. The second and biggest screw up that I've had was moving to Florida and leaving my three beautiful angels behind. No matter what they think. When I first moved here I did things that I regret, don't get it twisted but those things only taught me to be guarded and quite frankly a bitch to everyone that didn't keep my life calm and harmonious. But maybe I've been a bitch too much. Maybe my fight or flight has been more about the fighting part when I should of A: walked away and take flight or B: just learn to relax and not be so uptight. As you already know Bryant and I really haven't been getting along. He's been leaving a lot with no explanation.