I grew up in a wealthy family and I want to tell the reality about being born in a “golden cradle”

I was born into the family of a very high-ranking government official and since I was a child I was surrounded by luxury and attention. People called me “disgusting” and “snob” behind my back, kids made fun of me by calling me “snub nose” but secretly dreamed of having my life. Few know, however, the true reality of being born and growing up in a wealthy family and what impacts this causes in the future. It certainly is very different from what you imagine!

Especially for the incredible.club I want to describe in detail the details of a life full of perks and what 99% of the “rich people” really have to face.

My grandparents and I lived in a huge house in the interior and to study I went to a small gym in the center of the city. I loved driving to and from school in our black Mercedes G-Class as I felt like a princess. But already in high school, the strong men in suits and dark glasses (while I studied, they walked around the perimeter) managed to spoil the magic.

When my friends (sons of deputies and businessmen) ran away to talk to their more “ordinary” colleagues, smoking cigarettes and drinking energy drinks, I started to hate both them (these colleagues) and my bodyguards for not being able to do the same. I tried to jump over the school fence or purposely get lost in the crowd on my way out, swapping coats with other people, but security always found me.

Some teachers loved me and others seemed intent on making my life difficult. Once I decided to take a small gift to my coordinator and my favorite teacher: a box of Belgian chocolates. The math teacher, however, was offended that I didn’t bring her anything and took it as a personal insult. Since that moment, I’ve only gotten average and low grades in her class, including the final exam where I pasted the work of a student who had gotten the highest grade.

On the other hand, the Geography teacher always liked me a lot: she only gave me high marks and always asked to stop to see my travel photos, of which there were many. I never needed to push myself too hard, but it backfired on me later. After graduating from school, I went traveling around Europe for a month, where I met tourists from Brazil. We talked a lot and had an amazing time, until I asked the following question: “And how do you say that in ‘Brazilian’?” They looked at me as if I were an alien and then I realized that I knew next to nothing about the countries I was visiting, despite having visited many (a hello to our Geography teacher!).

My parents always had a lot of business in Germany: they didn’t have time to raise me, so I was raised by my grandparents, who lived in my city, as well as the security guards who took me to and from school. I saw my parents only on vacation. We usually traveled somewhere together and I always ended up regretting that the trip was so short. Once, in London, I hid my mother’s passport: the idea of ​​not leaving and living with her “forever” in that amazing city sounded great to my 8-year-old self! I confessed what I had done 6 hours before the flight and it was the first time I “met the belt” when I got home.

My parents always tried to spend the New Year with me, but once they couldn’t: they had too much work to do. In 2005, I spent the end of the year with my housekeeper, but at least in Paris. On January 3rd, my father and mother came to visit and brought a wonderful gift — a professional Canon camera that cost around $1,500.

When my parents did something wrong, they made up for it by giving me an expensive gift, and by the age of 16 I had lots of designer clothes from the latest collections and the latest and most expensive electronics. I quickly understood that expensive gifts could solve any situation. Everything is fine. Now, when I don’t have money to buy a gift, I have to apologize a lot with a heavy heart.

I couldn’t choose my own group of friends: I could only make friends with the kids at school or in the neighborhood where I lived. But one time, my grandfather took me to watch a football game at the local stadium. I didn’t understand anything about the game, but the atmosphere in the common stands really caught my attention (we were in the VIP area). I wanted to be there among the people, wearing a colorful scarf and shouting in a group: “We want a goal!”

At halftime, while my grandfather was talking on the phone, I walked up to a group of fans and praised their flag. I also found out that they were the ones who painted it. I was in total ecstasy! We chatted a bit and got each other’s contacts. Later, I decided to call new friends for my birthday. When Pasha and Vitória arrived at the restaurant, the security guards threw them out of the establishment and the blouse with the team symbol that they had taken to give me as a gift was thrown in the trash by my grandfather.

I didn’t have my first boyfriend until I was 17. Before that, I couldn’t walk anywhere alone, even with my classmates, so I didn’t flirt with anyone. Therefore, when I started dating the son of a fashion photographer (our neighbor) I was immediately influenced by him. At least, at that moment I could already go to the movies or to some amusement park with a real boy!

The security guards, however, always followed us and didn’t leave us alone for a second, even when we were already saying goodbye on the side of the house. I was extremely embarrassed and irritated by it, so when my boyfriend proposed an elopement after graduation, I didn’t think twice and we came up with a plan.

During the prom, the bouncers were more relaxed and simply enjoying the show. At that moment, I left through a back door that few people knew about. Outside, my boyfriend was waiting for me with his Ducati and we headed out of town. My grandfather alerted the police and a real riot started at the school: they started looking for me everywhere.

The festivities were immediately stopped and the students received their diplomas and couldn’t leave the gym until I was found. As a graduation present, my grandfather had prepared fireworks, which everyone was looking forward to seeing. But, because of my “disappearance”, everything was cancelled, which makes me ashamed to this day just thinking about it. After a few hours, 30 km from the city, we were stopped by a traffic patrol and they took me back home in the police vehicle.

My grandfather retired and went to live in his hometown in Germany, but before that he bought me an apartment in the center of the city. Upon completion of the course, he got me a job in a local newsroom. Initially I thought that idea was excellent. I was quite excited when I learned that I would have to not only smile for the camera, but also travel to remote locations, develop the art of Journalism and spend sleepless nights putting together stories for stories.

The dynamics in the newsroom was strange: there were 4 of us and we alternated to bring lunch for everyone. First, I didn’t see the point in it, and second, I never learned to cook. So I had to order food, put it in plastic containers and take it to work, as if I had prepared it myself. After 2 months, I simply decided not to go to work anymore because I was tired of coming home every day at 10:00 pm, taking food weekly for everyone and talking to people who, honestly, sometimes forgot to take a shower.

I finally broke free and resolved to find out what life was beyond my grandfather’s mansion and the gray walls of his office. I decided to try everything they wanted to “protect” me from: dancing in clubs, out-of-town parties, skiing and even bungee jump I tried. I once went to another city to watch a soccer game with a fan tour, but I was sorely disappointed. The bus was full of people, people were rude and only talked about football. They didn’t know how to talk about any other subject and that made me very bored.

I didn’t forget about my personal life either: many guys were interested in me and said they would do anything to win my love. To entertain myself, I decided to test them and thought of some “challenges”. I told one of them that to win me over he should cross the whole country just hitchhiking. After passing through 4 cities, he gave up and returned home by train, as he said he had lost his documents. For another, I asked him to dye his hair red and get a tattoo all over his back. And another I just cheated because he was a terrible boyfriend.

I can guarantee that, in the name of money, people are willing to compromise their principles and do whatever it takes. Therefore, I didn’t want to have a romantic relationship for a long time and preferred to focus on friendship relationships. I tried to make friends in my hometown: unfortunately we didn’t have much in common to talk about.

They were concerned about how they would spend the month on the average salary they received, while I wanted to know what we would do during the week: whether we would go out to eat at a restaurant or ride the horses. Now I have many more friends outside the country: in Europe people are less concerned with recurrent day-to-day problems, also because they generally have a higher standard of living. In addition, they are more open minded to talk.

My grandfather died a few years ago. When my parents divorced, I stopped receiving money from them: my father moved to another continent and my mother began to devote all her attention to her new husband and young son. They just “don’t have time for me”. Now I live in a totally different way than before: I travel twice a year instead of 4-5 times a year and I don’t ride in an SUV with a driver…