I wonder if, at some level, this was fundamental to the problem. Perhaps LK’s understanding of the sandbox she was newly playing in at HH was so flawed that she legit thought paying $5000/k a month + ersatz remodeling work made her Patron Lady Bountiful. $2500/mo is so beyond anything I’ve ever paid that the numbers thrown around here make me dizzy! Of course, I recognise I have never been at a facility even close to HH or any BNT operation. Not even close. So, I understand that my paying a huge price like that wouldn’t be an exception - it would be no big deal.
With the brags about unlimited means and the horse collecting, she may have built up in her head that she was a Very Big Deal, client wise. But, as everyone has pointed out, she was paying pittance, in reality, and was not even close to the most talented or even the most hard working rider in the programme.
She seems somehow to not have noticed that the real players in this sport have many more horses at much higher rates; they often have their own places and sometimes two, one up north and one in FL; they pay upkeep, mortgage, taxes, staff and then they pay trainers top dollar on top of all of that; their horses are bought for vastly more than 40k/each; they commute between their places in their own private jets, not their addict boyfriend’s janky truck. These are the people who are at the top of this heap, not some nobody paying 5k for 4 horses plus all the extras she was getting. She’s not even close to this league - like light years away. These are the people who genuinely are very invested in this sport.
Perhaps LK (like Seeker) didn’t understand her position relative to the real movers and shakers of this sport. If she believed her own hype on that point, she felt she was the number one money provider and rated all kinds of deference and privileges. That would have given rise to a HUGE misalignment in understanding between the two sides.
This is not to disparage the low-level ammy at all. I like being a low-level nobody. Hell, my current goal is to hack out to the ocean each day and maybe learn sidesaddle before I die (which I understand is on the horizon at 55, did I get that right?). It’s when you think you are one thing, but you really are another, that sets you up for all kinds of disappointment.