Regrets, regrets, they all have regrets....
I remember having a conversation with my late sister a few years before she passed: she had recently kicked a romantic partner out of her apartment after she had discovered he was abusing heavy drugs on the side.
"You know, looking back, "GuyIDivorced" wasn't so bad..."
Indeed, he wasn't a genius, but he had ambition, wanted to have a house and family, and just lead a nice comfortable life. Regret.
A friend of mine has become destitute and is in danger of being thrown out of her apartment. 40 years ago, there was a man who was "crazy" about her, and wanted to marry her. She refused; she reflected wistfully about him: "You know, had I married him, things would have been much different."
My biggest hope (and I know this is awfully self-serving) is that some of the people who have pushed me away, former colleagues, friends, potential and former lovers, will all live with profound regret. For unlike many others, I bring a lot of resources to the table, and these people who blind themselves to what I offer, in the end, are just missing a good thing, for one reason or another. I know it's all shadenfreude, but it's a concept.