I used to be friends with someone with generational wealth who took me to their family’s Wisconsin summer home several times to swim in the most gorgeous pool I’ve ever been in. That person turned out to be a fully fucking terrible human, but sometimes I still lust for that pool.
To be fair, they were partially a terrible human bc of the generational wealth. When you’ve never needed to make money & lack an understanding of how much your privileged, international-vacation, show-horse-owning, multiple homed life differs from others, you do fucked up shit.
It’s not an excuse, especially not into your 30s, but I understand how wealthy privileged isolation hindered their empathy & ability to take responsibility for their behavior.
All that said, if you have a bombass property in Wisconsin where I can swim or hot tub & write in peace for a weekend (& you won’t traumatize me with your behavior—or even better, you won’t be there), hit me up. 🤪
The pool in question. 
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