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I knew an ultra-wealthy family through DH’s former job — billionaires, with many homes around the world, private jets, huge numbers of staff, not one but two polo farms in Berkshire, travelled around by helicopter within the UK, were closely connected to the royal family of their country of origin etc.
From the glimpses I saw of them at unguarded moments, I formed the strong impression that their wealth had made them quite numb or blasé.
Clearly their wealth had made them able to enjoy expensive passions like polo (and maintaining a huge posse of players, polo ponies, grooms, trainers and flying them around the world to compete etc), but they always struck me, especially their wives (who had no input in the businesses), as fundamentally bored? It seemed as if life was viewed at a distance through the tinted windows of a limo for them, or mediated by staff.
One of the senior men’s wife preferred to remain in their home country, while he was based in the UK for much of the year, so he had a ‘travelling wife’, a longterm girlfriend who accompanied him, with his actual wife’s knowledge (and, I’m told, approval, but who knows?), who was, I think, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in the flesh, and she struck me as deeply bored by her life.
I think I’d be far better at being ultra-wealthy myself…