Saddest/Toughest Day of your life?

One time my uncle touched me in the shower.

Sorry that you were so incensed by this. Out of the three, you should be able to tell which one was the least painful compared to the others. Break-ups are tough, traumatic, and shape who you are. Don’t tell me that you don’t reflect on your past. How old you are now has nothing to do with it.

Mine would have to be when they killed my Uncle Charles. What those thugs did was wrong. Took him right in front of his home. All I could do was cry. I learned I had to stay strong and we did a lot of praying.

I got knocked up last fall. My pill failed with an ex boyfriend. He was still attracted to me and I thought we might get back together. I miscarried at 6 weeks on the weekend i planned to tell him about the baby. I went through the miscarriage alone and it was torture. I told him a few month later because I thought it was the right thing to do. They guy told me he's just one of those people that he's aloof to and bailed on me. When he does talk to me, he claims he has to handle me with kid gloves. He treats me like dirt.

Divorced Guy wrote:

So, I just got done moving a refrigerator out of my old house. I have been divorced from my ex-wife for nearly 5 years and we are actually great friends now. I left her the house, which she subsequently lost to a loan default/short-sale, I have since been struggling financially. She met a guy who makes bank, and simply moved into a brand new beautiful house on the hill.

Dude you are NOT a pussy. It take a lot of courage to marry someone, and I have never been married.

I was going to post something about a marathon that did not work out, but that pales in comparison to the weight of your situation.

Try to forget about the material/monetary part of this situation and just smile, go for a run and realize that you are healthy, ALIVE and you have a future.

When I was 10 years old, my mom came home from the hospital and told me that my father died from pancreatic cancer, I cried for days, ...god that sucked. Don't know if I ever got over it. That was almost 40 years ago and I still feel the pain.

At 23 wrote:

I was okay until I saw his jacket and briefcase sitting in his study. Toughest day and toughest week in my life. Decades later and I still miss him.

This part made me very sad.

I was going for a run with a couple of my friends, John, Alex, Cristina,on a wednesday afternoon. I was driving. One of them said to pick up Ben, another xc runner. I hesitated because he lived in the other side of town and we were about a mile from our destination. So I decided not to because were just too close. We finished our run and I drop John off at his house and went to Alex's house. I get a call from John saying we need to go to the hospital. John being the jokester in our group I didn't believe him. He said please this is serious, its Ben. We didn't know much of the details, nobody really knew what happened. We found out the next day ,Thanksgiving, he had been hit by a car and may have some brain damage, but will make it out well. Two days later he passed away. The feeling of knowing that possibly I could of prevented this. I am sorry.

NOT YOUR FAULT! NOT YOUR FAULT! NOT YOUR FAULT!

No "if"s, "but"s or "maybe"s - it was NOT your fault. Don't EVER doubt that. EVER! There is nothing to be sorry about.

IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT!

No offense dude but you are clearly still hung up on your ex-wife. That is not doing you any favors.

p.s. She is not coming back.

For me it would have to be the first time I found out my mother had cancer; I was 21. This was only two years ago. It was Stage 4 breast cancer metastasized to her spine. I was far away at school, and it just seemed really bad--and it was.

Two years later, she is in remission and has already had one relapse in the middle of those two years. I know that it will eventually kill her, but I am glad to be living near my parents now so that I can spend as much time as I can with her before the next relapse, which is inevitable at this point. As others have said, life is short, enjoy your loved ones.

Can't write it. It made me cry as I typed it. Stuff that memory in the deepest ressesses of the mind and forget about it. Lock and throw away the key.

bean there wrote:

No offense dude but you are clearly still hung up on your ex-wife. That is not doing you any favors.

p.s. She is not coming back.

Um...dude, I think you failed to read the entire thread. I'm not stuck on my wife, I don't want her back, but I do love and miss her. :)

It happens. My first wife went with a rich guy too. Took me years to get over that. Crushed my soul. Is so easy to get in a bad spiral. DO your best to go though the motions. If you get stuck you are lost. I lost 5 years to the bottle.

Divorced Guy wrote:

Um...dude, I think you failed to read the entire thread. I'm not stuck on my wife, I don't want her back, but I do love and miss her. :)

No I read the entire thread, You may not think you are but you are..

if you were in love with someone else or have moved on you wouldn't be describing her as "the most beautiful person I've ever met". Sorry man, that is a chump talking.

I watched my father waste 20 years of his life pining for my mother after divorce and it was gut wrenching.

I'm not sure I could pick out one particular day, but I've had a tough life in general.

At 2 1/2 years old, I got sick with meningitis, ended up losing my hearing because of it. Had to relearn everything again, like picking up Cheerios, crawling, walking etc. My mom told me that at some point after I lost my hearing, we were on the carousel and I had asked her why the music wasn't playing. At that point she and my dad agreed that they didn't want me to be deaf my whole life, so about a year after I first lost my hearing, I got my first cochlear implant. Had to undergo some pretty intense audioverbal therapy all they way up until I was in about 3rd grade, then I was doing good enough that I didn't need it as much anymore.

In 5th grade, my parents got divorced, I won't go into too much detail because everyone pretty much understands how these things go. They are still amicable and remain good friends, as much as I could expect I guess, so in that way, I'm pretty lucky.

After spring break in 6th grade, I developed an inner ear infection after getting swimmer's ear. Went through numerous treatment options like antibiotics, a "pic" line (basically an extended IV line that remains in your body and allows you to be treated at home) but none of them worked because the plastic from the cochlear implant gave the bacteria something to grow on and made it difficult to kill them off. Even tried surgeries to clean it up, but those didn't really work. So after multiple hospitalizations, the doctors concluded the only thing that could be done was another surgery to remove the implant, and then aggressively treat with antibiotics, which ended up working. At the start of 7th grade, got re-implanted (another surgery) in the other ear, but still had to go through the first month of school deaf. Finally got it turned on, dealt with adjusting to hearing through an ear that I hadn't used in 9 years.

Later that year, my grandmother developed breast cancer, scared the crap out of me to see her so sick from chemo/radiation, she's still dealing with it today.

11th grade, my mom developed the same breast cancer my grandmother had, went through all the same treatments. She dealt with that pretty well, even let me and my younger brother buzz her hair before she lost it, and cooked dinner for us after I got home coming from track practice, even though the sight of food was enough to make her nauseous. Eventually got the cancer to go into remission before I left for college.

Junior year in college, her cancer came back, it had metastasized to her skin. Went through a number of different chemo treatments/drugs before finding one that she was able to last on for a year and a half, until Nov. 2010. The cancer started coming back in her skin, and so she got a scan, found some tumor spots in her liver. The day she called me and told me this, I broke down and cried, thinking about 2 of our very close family friends that have died of liver complications.

Up until about 3 weeks ago, she struggled to find a treatment that was working on the spots in the liver. Before finding a drug that worked, which ironically, destroys her immune system to sh!t, the doctors told her that she had 6-12 months to live. She had to have a conversation with me about if something were to suddenly happen to her, what would be in her will, basically explaining the financial aspects of it and what would happen to my brother in terms of living/school situation.

Things are a bit better know, but I know the reality of the situation, which is, that people who have had her type of breast cancer come back average 2 years before dying. Its been 3, so far. I've come to accept the fact that chances are she won't see me get my Ph.D, or see my brother graduate high school.

So toughest day? I'm really not sure, I've had a lot of tough days. Moments of true happiness have been....fleeting, at best. Basically, life is hard. But it goes on.

I feel for everyone thats posted here, things like losing your kids have to be extremely difficult to get over. But the only thing we can do is be grateful, and really appreciate what we do have.

May 30, 1975. 'Nuff said.

The day I found out that I had a labral tear and some pretty nasty impingement. I haven't run since early February and am facing surgery-Hopefully things will work out and I can get back to running. The worst is that I'm a freshmen in college and I'll be spending all of my summer on crutches.

When my girlfriend left me for my best friend & our ENTIRE social circle left me too. I was so alone. I almost took my own life. That was nearly 20 years ago. Still haunts me the desperation that I felt...and how no one ever knew. Sigh.