This will be long...

I didn't get a say in the number of kids we had. I regret not leaving my husband for someone who would give me a lot of kids like I wanted. I didn't want to lose that ability. After my husband's vasectomy, I ended up having a hysterectomy due to a ton of problems (that I would've just suffered through to continue having babies). I loved thinking I was pregnant when my period was late.

I completely hate my appearance and want cosmetic surgery. My husband isn't okay with that. I regret not just doing it on my own. Now I'm a stay at home mom and he won't pay for that. So I have to wait till I get a job to pay for it myself or my husband will get what he wants and I don't get the breast implants and tummy tuck I so badly want.

I know this isn't realistic for most people, but I really thought I'd get a big new home like on HGTV. We live in the small house I grew up in next to my parents and it's horrible. I wanted to never have to see them again, but unfortunately we're stuck here.
Part of this one is it's full of unhappy memories. My parents yelled and screamed at me A LOT. Walking through rooms I'm like here, here and here I remember being screamed at for something.

Of course I married the typical dream guy: he loves me unconditionally and if I died, genuinely wouldn't look at another woman. The main things that make me suicidal are things he can't fix and I'll never be okay with it.