My mother's death. She suffered with many illnesses and pain throughout the last 10 years of her life. However sad it was, I was also relieved to see her not suffering any longer. It was quite bittersweet. I felt selfish for mourning her because I know at times she wanted to end her life from the pain and troubles she had. But I've learned to mourn because she was and always will be my mom and best friend.

This also kicked me into having a healthier life, eating better and losing weight. Making major decisions to move my life along so that I can fully enjoy it.

Looking at my son a few weeks old and knowing this essence of innocence would be hurt someday by life in some way and knowing there was no way possible I could stop all of it for him. A little defeat at a joyous time.

Giving my friend a pedicure and us telling each other we loved each other, when she was dying of cancer.

I think the most bittersweet moment for me was watching the mother of my child be arrested in Family Court a few years ago. Among other things, she had skipped bail on a domestic violence charge and moved out of state and wanted our son to visit her out of state. Knowing full well that she was essentially a fugitive I didn't want to risk him being with her out of state wehn she was arrested, and it was just a matter of time.

Handing things by the book, I had her summoned to court by filing paperwork appealing to the judge to block her from taking him out of state. Hearing of the multiple arrests warrants, the judge had her arrested in the courtroom.

Bitter, because I don't wish her harm I just want our kid to be safe and sound and have positive role models. Sweet, because. well, just because.

Fast forward to the present. Unable to locate her for child support enforcement, I discovered that she is incarcerated again. Probation violation, resisting arrest, felony DWI... Again, bitter: an incarcerated person can't pay several thousand dollars of back child support. Sweet--well, some would say "Karma is a bitch."

when my daughter was born she was 5 pounds weight and had pyloric stenosis meaning she was constantly sick with undigested food and constantly hungry. I spent load of hours washing her, washing her clothes et.etc. I was nineteen so had the energy for it then -

She was taken into hospital 2 times and put into an incubator we weren't allowed in those days to stay with, but visited ever visiting hour. Once she was in the incubator nearest the door which meant she was seriously poorly, when we went to see her the next day the incubator was empty and I nearly screamed we were rushing around looking for our babe when a nurse came and said she got a little better and was in a cot. The relief was indescribable.

Watching my dad take care of my mom as she died from Alzheimer's. Seeing the love in his eyes as she finally slipped away, a year after being on hospice. My mother was the best person in the world, always helping, never judging. Seeing her many friends come visit her during her final years. The pictures from her 50 year HS reunion, wheelchair bound but smiling. She had postcortical atrophy which steals your vision and motor skills but she could still recognize her friends.

I don't see much sweet about the separation, but I'm super happy for you that you've realized so much positive change! Keep it up and enjoy!

I think spending time with my grandchildren could be described as bittersweet. I love them so much...can see them for the special people they are...yet am sad about their home life (my son and his so having hard times) and worry about them growing up in this crazy world. I want to protect and nurture them always...but I know I can't.

Perhaps , if you had done these things while you were married , she may not have asked for the divorce . I had several long discussions with my husband , which he chose to totally ignore . After I finally gave up , he felt sorry for himself , but did nothing to fix any of the problems . He remarried , and his second wife , was left with all the same problems to deal with , and wasn't any happier about them , than I had been .

The moment my wife died unexpectedly was the most bittersweet moment of my life i have never progressed from this...yet.....am trying really hard but even after a year still fearfully opposed unless you have something good to take over....

Holding my wife as she died. I worked night shift from home and was in the other room on the computer. I heard her gasping for breath. She had muscular dystrophy, we had agreed that when she had trouble breathing we don't call the hospital we just let it happen. I stopped work curled up with her in bed and just held her. She smiled. She new it was the end, her last memory was the man who loved her holding her.

Going off happily to a CND demonstration in Trafalgar square with friends; and my mother crying and imploring me not to go because she was remembering, her own war , And wanted defence in place.

Putting my beloved dogs out of there misery

As a longtime fan of sci-fi and fantasy beginning when I was 10 I was always enamored by things I couldn't explain. Later I found that knowledge was taking the magic from my world. I thought how wondrous it was that a blood cell could exchange CO2 for O2, but it turned out it was simply an equalization of gases.
Trading the unknown for a known, the magic is gone now, knowledge and truth are gained.
Childhood's end.

I don't know... sometimes you let someone go never to be seen again and there she is knocking at your door. And at that moment you realize... she wasn't that important and the fact she returned is enough to close the door back. And you are satisfied it was not revenge or bitterness it was simply Closure on your Own terms.

Glad you landed on your feet!

Wow congrats.