I wish my mother would have divorced my father, so I guess I regret that on her behalf. I regret not being able to be there more for her, but at least I got to tell her that she had my fully support if she wanted to divorce him. I wish she had divorced him and lived happily ever after, instead of passing away from cancer a month after I turned 25. I regret not understanding sooner why my psychologist asked me again and again “don’t you think you would be much happier if you cut your father out of your life?”. It took me 11 years to realize that he has a personality disorder, and that the way he treats me is not okay. I regret not being able to break the ties. I’m 38 years old and still waiting for my life to start.