In my childhood, I absolutely hated being rich. I wanted nothing more than to be normal because it was impossible to make friends. I used to wish everyday my parents would lose their money (which did eventually happen). My dad collected Ferrari's and I got driven to school in a limo. In an attempt to be normal, I asked my parents to drop me off a half mile from school and I would walk the rest of the way.

But my mom was extremely proud of the money she didn't make. She would flaunt it everywhere and my Dad gave her everything. She's a stupid as fuck formal model who has never had a job, is racist, and treats everyone like they work for her. She now has ALS and should die this year. Karma is a bitch.

This is a much larger story but at 14, my Dad lost pretty much everything. He had an F40 on order and had to cancel. I went from Christmas's with allI could ever want to Christmas's with nothing. Parents sold the mansion and his Ferrari collection.

I had no idea what had happened. My mom kept telling me everything was fine. What money my parents had left, my Mom ended up spending it over the next 5 years. She eventually applied for credit cards in my name using my social security number. Fucked my credit up for years.

In the end, my parents losing everything is probably the best thing that ever happened to me. Because I could no longer use inheritance as a permanent way to be lazy, I turned inward and focused on improving myself as an individual. If life didn't work out the way I wanted, I blamed myself and I took action to fix it. I'm very fortunate to have a great job in software, I enjoy helping others, I have great relationships, and I live well below my means. And I live and appreciate every single day like it could all be gone in an instant.