Imagine getting the diagnosis of a long suspected illness for some once close relative. Deep down, you’ve known the truth all along and suspect they knew it, too. Yet somehow it was never a good time to talk about it. Even though you’ve grown distant, they still feel the need to complain about how things were so much better back in the good old days without these entitled Millennials. You remember what they used to say about you when you were growing up, but you decide to let it go. Out of respect, you’ve learned to avoid thinking about it altogether. Maybe they’ll improve on their own.
Or so you hoped.
Lately, the symptoms are getting harder to ignore, and more severe. After burning through the vast fortune they’ve inherited from their parents, they started writing checks in your name. They’ve trashed the family home like a Vegas suite and took out reverse mortgages to maintain the lifestyle they’ve grown accustomed to — a lifestyle you’ve never known, by the way.
You want to confront them about it, but you suspect you’ll never get them to admit it. Come to think of it, they’ve never admitted to much of anything for as long as you’ve known them. You start to wonder if you are going crazy, why doesn’t anyone else see what’s been hiding in plain sight? Until the diagnosis confirmed that you were right all along, but it doesn’t really help because there is…
