OK, so something I have to forgive myself for.
OH MY GOD EVERYTHING.
People died. I wasn't there. I was there but not enough. I did not raise them from the dead.
You name something bad, I blame myself for it.
But for sure, the most horrible thing always involves my daughter. Every time I yelled at her in anger (not THAT many times). Any time I was not a complete adult in her presence.
Half the time I don't know what to do. There's a lot of psychological brilliance required to raise one's kid well and my kid is especially challenging in this vein.
But just to cover all my bases, I have to forgive myself for being imperfect, petty, judgmental, lazy, unkind, selfish. I can be all these things.
Imperfect. What does one do? Such imperfection I embody in every way!
I'd rather not get into details.