It was during my first marriage, to a woman that came from a family of millionaires, that I had an epiphany. To grow up rich was an awful existence, a curse of sorts. Not knowing what it was like to be 'normal', to judge others and yourself from on top of the mountaintop of society. That woman had next to no common sense, or what I would learn soon enough thereafter: a total lack of morals and character. She only cared about herself and making money, and her biggest worry was whether to take her medication for her diagnosed bipolar disorder because it made her gain weight. I thought it best to introduce her to actually striking out on her own, doing her own thing, making her own money outside of the family business. It was a romantically foolish idea, but she was all in for a short while. That was, until we actually tried to do it.
After about a week of having a 'normal' job, she absolutely hated showing up to work on time and was in tears about having to work a 40 hour period for something that would barely cover her expensive makeup. She was on the phone every night with her parents, who played up the angle of rewarding her for coming back. It was something else and looking back, I'm glad that we divorced about a year later. On our little adventure, she had cheated on me and I found out. This is sort of a common thing with bipolar females, I don't necessarily like to stereotype, but it's a thing that is very common to that disorder, unfortunately.
We went our separate ways and I know I ended up in a much better place, not monetarily, but for my own sanity. They couldn't pay me to go back to someone like that, ever. I'd rather be alone. I was able to find another woman pretty quickly and surprisingly, we had children around the same time as we saw ourselves at the same pediatrician. I looked at that poor bastard that she ended up with and he had the same look I remembered having when we were married. I felt bad for him, actually. Trapped like a rat in a trap with a goddamn wolverine.
Emma Watson reminds me of that woman so much. What a waste her life ended up being. My daughter loves Harry Potter and idolized Hermione when she was little, but nowadays thinks Ms. Watson is a total idiot based on the crap she posts as it is just empty and oh so out of touch. In a way I feel sorry for her, probably the way J.K. Rowling feels as well toward her. Being so rich her whole life has robbed her of a fulfilling life and she doesn't even realize how heavy a price she has paid. The woman has no soul and the whole world can see it.
When England inevitably course corrects, she's going to probably be one of the ones fleeing I imagine. She probably can get away with it because she's so wealthy, but leaving your homeland is a tricky thing- especially after the damage she has done to their culture. I wish her the best. Maybe she'll come around, but I doubt it.