I feel guilty;
I was brought up in, I suppose 'poverty'. We lived in the East End of London. My father was a clergyman, my mother, a physio. We did not own our house as it was a vicarage which comes with the parish as clergymen can't afford (or couldn't then in the 60s, 70, and 80s) to buy their own house. We had jumble sale clothes and my mother's excitement at having a 'perk' in that she had 20 minutes before 'doors opening' was always appreciated. She was quite bitter about how badly off we were though, and we had regular donations from 'Daughters of the Poor Clergy'...(.the equivalent being the same for sons).
I now live in a lovely house, have worked hard to go up the ladder in nursing (but will never be well off from my job)
I married a doctor who, because of family money, we have managed to have a lovely house. But we have not privately educated our children (mainly from a principle POV ) and but we have been lucky with our state education.
My husband works stupid hours but doesn't do private work as a state of principle so throws himself into financial and other recognition from
trying to improve the local NHS service .
So we are well off, (though don't overspend and don't have skiing holidays but do have one lovely 2 week holiday abroad a year.
We are comfortably off but I feel terribly guilty looking back on my own upbringing.
I can go to Waitrose, I can buy, (within reason) reasonably nice clothes for all of us, we have a nice holiday. But I still feel wretchedly guilty,; But that is a legacy from childhood rather than anything else.
I give to charities of my choosing, I do give to street beggars (partly as I was brought up with tramps coming to our door and having to make tea and sandwiches, They were a daily occurrence. I do know some are fraudulent beggars, but I don't know which.
My husband has none of my guilt and I struggle to get over it a bit, but I never will.
I made my children, (who won £100 in a school raffle) give it to our local homeless charity, It is something a rather regret as I'm transferring my guilt onto them.
Guilt is an intransigent, horrible 'Sword of Damocles' over one, and I wasn't even Catholic!