My dad was a self-made multi-millionaire with a massive property portfolio.
He was open about his growing wealth and retirement plans, and I was achingly proud of him. He built a successful business, employing more than 30 staff.
His success afforded him a lavish lifestyle, with plenty of overseas trips. He lived between our family home, the opulent apartment above the CBD office, a townhouse and a five-bedroom and three-bathroom beach house. He owned four of everything รข€“ beds, toasters, sets of clothes; the lot.
He tended to hoard food, storing it, preserving it; even creating an underground cellar, and transformed my brother's bedroom into a brimming cellar and larder once we left home.
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http://www.stuff.co.nz/business/money/94358804/Being-rich-doesn-t-protect-you-from-the-fear-of-being-poor
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