Regret - derived from the Old French verb regreter, meaning "to bewail, lament over the dead, or miss someone deeply."

No Latin, this time but it could be argued it is Latin, since it is French. Voila. 

I've been thinking about the fight I had with my son. 

The one he will forget. 

The one I will remember in 20 years and blame myself thinking "the reason he is doing this now is because of that fight". 

The same fight I now think I went way too strong and made him cry. No one have had mercy of me, so I have no mercy either. I go until I prove my point because that is what I received. 

I will leave with this regret of not stopping or having the possibility of understanding that I was hurting. 

The past few months have been extremly hard, I lost everything. The last strand of family, my work stability and my son is soon to become a pre-teen. I feel my world is coming down cruching my head. My husband is as tired as me, and I dont blame him for not wanting to put up anymore with a crazy woman.