Feeling so bad today. My friend and her husband lost their toddler son yesterday in a drowning accident after he fell off a boat. My heart is so heavy for them but at the same time, I can't help thinking, why wasn't he wearing a life jacket? Of course I would never say this to her, I'm sure she and her husband are feeling guilty enough as it is. I can't imagine their loss. I know I'll be hugging my boys closer to me today.

Up until this year both my DH and I worked, with me bringing in more money and working longer hours. DH got a new job that covers more than my half, so we agreed I can stay home now (we both wanted that since our first kid was born). Even though I'm not working now, I feel zero guilt on spending the same amount of money I used to on myself. The money is still there (plus some), so I don't see why I have to downgrade just because its not me brining it in. He doesn't care either, so why must my "mommy friends" always comment that I should feel guilty spending my husbands money?

My mother is a passive aggressive, controlling, guilt obsessed, lying sack of crap. She behaved that way today, too. Not sure what I was expecting.

My whole family has this ability to make me feel guilty over wanting the simplest of things. It's mothers day, and I've NEVER been celebrated on mothers day, so I told DH that he had to do it this year because I was sick of missing out. Well he only make enough pancakes for the kids to have 1 each, and not enough for himself, only made enough coffee for me, so now he's missed out on breakfast and made me feel guilty because he had to have cereal. I gave most my pancakes to the kids, and now feel too sick to eat the rest. I bought my own gifts and he wont even wrap them. Too much to ask

When I was in my 20's I had an affair with a married man. He was wealthy and attractive and I was so flattered that he was interested in me that I didn't care that he was married. I had been verbally abused my whole life by my parents and just wanted the positive attention from this good looking rich man. Yes my self esteem was that low. I know it was wrong, and still feel guilty 15 years later. When I moved out of my parents house, my self esteem skyrocketed. I now have a great DH and a healthy normal amount of self esteem. My relationship with my parents is ok, I forgive them.

I really think everyone should be forced to recycle and compost. I can't throw a can or a paperboard box away without feeling guilty!

When my kids were babies, toddler/kindergarten age, Mother's Day consisted of a family breakfast, then dh taking them out for the whole day while I got a mani/pedi, took a long nap, watched a good movie, or whatever else i felt like doing, then have a nice dinner together as a family, usually at a restaurant. They're older now and we spend the day together, but those early mothers days were pretty awesome. And no, I didn't feel one ounce of guilt. They loved giving mommy exactly what she wanted for Mother's Day.

Yesterday,I took my boys to the grocery store just to grab a few things for dinner. My 8 month old was happily chewing on his teething ring next to his 2 1/2 year old brother. Big brother had a huge tantrum when we passed his ham and I didn't grab any. I moved my cat out of the way of anyone, bent forward to his eye level and calmly told him we would be getting out on Friday and he needed to calm down. An older lady approached me later and said she admired how I handled the situation and how quickly he listened. She also told me how beautiful they were. I have mommy guilt 24/7 so

if it isn't a wound i made, it isn't a wound i can fix. if it isn't a wound i made, it isn't a wound i can fix. if it isn't a wound i made... i'm still struggling with guilt over not being able to 'fix' my mother's hurt. mother's day is another painful reminder for both of us.

I feel guilty for this but I don't like one of my 3 kids. Yes, I love him. But being around him and trying to do anything with him is an exercise in futility. I can't stand it. Since the day he was born we haven't had a good day. It's always something. ALWAYS. He'll be 8 this summer. Since he was about 18 months old I kept thinking "it will get better. it has to get better" It never got better. The kicker? He behaves perfectly at school.