Rich People Problems-Kwan 2017 (WWT)

Trying not to flinch, Nick asked, “So it sounds like Araminta’s been feeling better?”
“Um…getting there,” Colin said haltingly.
“Glad to hear that. I know things have been rough lately.”
“Yeah, you know how it is—depression comes in waves. And this miscarriage really
pulled her under for a while. She’s trying to be good to herself, doing all these retreats,
and she’s cut back on work. She’s seeing a really great psychologist now, even though her
parents aren’t thrilled about that.”
“Still?”
“Yeah, Minty’s dad made her doctor sign this gigantic stack of NDAs, even though you
know all psychologists are already bound by a confidentiality code. But Peter Lee needed
assurance that the doctor would never even admit that Minty is a client of his, or that she
would ever need something as shameful as therapy.”
Nick shook his head. “It amazes me that there’s still such a huge stigma about mental
illness here.”
“ ‘Stigma’ implies that something exists but society is prejudiced against it. Here,
everyone’s in denial that it even exists!”
“Well, that explains why you’re not locked up,” Nick deadpanned.
Colin punched Nick playfully. “It’s so great to see you, to be able to say this stuff out
loud!”
“Surely there are other people you can talk to?”
“Nobody wants to hear that Colin Khoo and Araminta Lee have any kind of problems.
We’re too rich to have problems. We’re the golden couple, right?”
“You are the golden couple. And I’ve seen the pictures to prove it!”
Colin scoffed, remembering the infamous fashion shoot for Elle Singapore where he
dressed up like James Bond and Araminta was painted in gold from head to toe. “Biggest
mistake of my life was doing that photo shoot! I’m never going to live that down. You
know, I was taking a piss at the bathroom at Paragon the other day when the guy at the
next urinal suddenly looked at me and said, ‘Wah lao! Aren’t you that Golden God?’ ”
Nick burst out laughing. “So did you give him your number?”
“Fuck you!” Colin replied. “Strangely enough, guess who’s been a good friend to Minty
lately? Kitty Pong!”
“Kitty! Really?”
“Yes, she was the one who connected Minty to her psychologist. I think it’s because
Kitty’s not a local—she doesn’t have the same sort of baggage that we have, and Araminta
feels like she can speak frankly with her because she’s completely removed from our tight
little circle. She didn’t go to Raffles, MGS, or SCGS, *2 and she’s not a Churchill Club
member. She hangs with that foreign billionaire crowd.”
“It’s only fitting. She’s Mrs. Jack Bing now.”
“Yeah, I feel a bit sorry for Bernard Tai. As much of an idiot as he used to be, he did
become a good father, from what I hear. But he totally got burned by Kitty. I don’t think