You know, when I was seventeen, I really thought I was "all that". I was modelling. I expected boyfriends to pay for everything - partly due to a sense of entitlement, partially because I'd never been provided for by my father.
I grew out of it. Fast.
I am horrified by the mere suggestion of a GFM. I've certainly got the chronic, longterm, incurable illnesses that could mean I don't have to work and rely on government money. I wouldn't dream of doing so. I manage to drag myself up and work five days a week. Not fulltime, because I'm a private tutor and one-on-one work is extremely intense and can be exhausting; but at least 25 hours. But knowing that I have money in the bank every week, knowing that I am working with wonderful young adults who have all the potential in the world, is so rewarding. It gives one profound self-respect.
Being a victim is not a recipe for self-esteem.
nAlice knows all this. She's come up with umpteen arguments as to why she should not have to work. Her aggressive entitlement is standing in the way of her children's happiness. What kind of a role model is this? Someone who has self-diagnosed every malady in the encyclopaedia; who has a nanny and a large home in an expensive city; who is addicted to cosmetic procedures despite her denials (if you're setting up a GFM, you can't afford them, full stop); who took £100,000 out of joint savings and appears to have squandered the lot (on what? Fentanyl patches from her friendly local dealer?); who has spent over a year defaming and abusing her ex-husband; who allows others to treat her to a Chinese takeaway rather than cook; who has wasted her monthly allowance on takeaways, alcohol and drugs; who has defamed her ex-husband's lawyer; who has alienated her most dedicated supporters through aggression and refusal to help herself; who has launched an internet campaign to harrass and intimidate a very unwell young woman; who defames the entire legal process; who blames everyone but herself for her self-induced misfortunes: what kind of role model is this?
As a private tutor, you should earn a minimum of £35/hour. It goes up to £80-£100 for degree-level work. You can make a pretty respectable living, and you are, believe me, able to teach from bed on the days that your health won't allow you to get up (just blur your Zoom background). It's really not that hard.
These poor children are absorbing their mother's deluded beliefs that work is for plebs, communication is for fools and compromise is the most heinous of all possible actions.
I'm so disgusted. I'm just so profoundly disgusted.