A single mother had three sons. Two had struggled financially. The third, and youngest, had done very well, and quietly paid her bills for years without being asked. When she died, she left everything to the older two. They needed it. He didn’t. It made complete sense.
But she never told him that.
He didn’t care about the money. What broke him was not being named in her will or any other communication. Not a word. Nothing that said: I saw what you did. I’m grateful. I loved you for it.