My depression/WW2 parents were poor until I was ten and dad got a much better than average paying job. But that didn’t change things for us kids. I had to wash and iron my own clothes from about age 13. Paid mom .25 every time I used the iron. Darned my own socks. Allowance (max was 25 cents/week) ended earlier. I sold seeds, mag subscriptions, greeting cards door to door until I was old enough for 2 paper routes - seven day and weekly. Bought all my school clothes starting 9th grade. When parents still bought my shoes I had to put cardboard inside to extend soles with holes. (Don’t cross your legs.) Then had re-soled until uppers wore out. Most of my peers had cars bought by parents. Many never worked while in school and had Lots of new clothes and spending cash, but never appreciated the value of anything. Their folks “put on the dog” and lived poor so their kids could strut around in school. I expect they later learned some hard lessons I didn’t. My parents and I butted heads a lot, but when I matured and was finally thankful we became close until they passed.
So I learned early on I had to work to make it. But like Markm, getting divorced was my best financial teacher. Really took seriously living within my means, carrying over no credit card debt and paying almost always cash instead of financing purchases. Except for the house of course. She got all the equity. And that was still well worth it.
“ When I comes to modern politics, I think the inverse of Hanlon's Razor applies...In other words, "Never attribute to stupidity that which is adequately explained by malice." - Kerplode
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