I don’t begrudge hard-working people their success. I do regret not having more success myself.
After ten years of living with someone who is tolerant of my faults, I have a much better understanding of the reasons that I failed to have a “good” life.
Unfortunately, that doesn’t make the consequences any easier to accept, even grudgingly.
If someone has more than I do, it feels like I was outsmarted, and that’s a threat. I’ve sacrificed for others but instead of being happy about it, feel like a chump.