For decades so much of my effort, emotion and whatever money I had went on rent, savings then mortgages, and I’m lucky enough to own a house now - 2 bed and needing £ on some refurbishment but I’m proud of it and feel fortunate. Along the way I’ve had university, part time jobs, interviews, disappointments, redundancies etc.
Retirement looks tough though, so every month I’m deciding between spending and saving. Again, I’m glad I have a job and some disposable income, but hardly riches.
Not once, since the day he was born, has Andrew ever had to think of a single one of those battles. Not once. Ever. And he still doesn’t. While he was being given access to exploited partners for sex in between Champagne and first class flights, I was suffering worry after struggle after worry - and compared with so many I have been lucky and successful.
And yet, if I won Euromillions, I would not give my children everything. I’d give them enough to do anything but not enough to do nothing. I’d still expect a job and I would expect them to remember about society being a network of obligations, to treat others as you would wish to be, to be environmentally conscious, and to put something back into society. Andrew has instead racked up world record air miles and had his snout in the trough.
As a result I despise him.