Hi Karlon!
Just wanted to stop in to support your great thread!

I've always been part of the church, but even as a Christian, I've done plenty of things that were terribly wrong.
Several years ago, I dated a guy who had a severe problem with alcoholism, and it was getting to a point where he couldn't look after his kids (their mom had passed away.)
I was looking after the kids more and more, as well as having to check up on him (as in, they would run to me as soon as I walked through the door because he had passed out without feeding them, etc.) They were all living with his mom so the kids still had someone to look after them, but I was trying to fill in the ever-widening gaps, and feeling like I was a single parent/caretaker.
I had never been in such a situation before, and I know I lost my temper with the kids many more times than I should have. I would break down crying and beg the kids to forgive me, though they were too young to really understand. One just put his little arms around me and hugged me and that had me bawling even harder over my failure.
I would ask the single moms I worked with for advice, with some saying they apologize to their kids, too, while another said she never apologized to her kids because it showed weakness.
The kids eventually went to other family members who took them in, but even 20+ years later, it's still a huge thorn in my soul.
I was having problems removing myself from the situation. Although I had tried to break off the relationship, their father would call me constantly (back in the days of phones that attached to the wall.) After work, I'd have unplug all the phones in the house or they'd be ringing off the hook. He would show up where I worked and try to ask me to go with him to various places. I was half a step away from looking into legal action, but finally, he stopped.
I would have liked to have stayed in touch with the kids and helped them when I could, but because of their father's erratic behavior and continual drinking, cutting all ties seemed to be the only answer.
Even though I know I'm forgiven, I still beg God regularly for forgiveness.
I hope that the kids have forgotten me (which is very possible because they were so small,) but if they do remember, I always pray that they might someday forgive me, too.