To be called lucky an insult?

[newmum2018385]

I think I am overthinking this too much but just wondered what others thought. Do you find the word lucky insulting? As in you don't deserve what you have. Two examples a man at my work use to tell me my DH was lucky to have me. I didn't like it as I felt he was saying DH was not good enough for me. This man has since been sacked btw nothing to do with me he was a sleaze with a lot of women.
Also recently someone who clearly wants a baby told me I was lucky to have my baby. Again it kind of felt like she was saying I didn't deserve my DD somehow.
AIBU to find the work lucky insulting?
Know this is abit of a non issue.

Cofdeeordie, you like many others have put "we", so I assume you have a DP? My DH was Ill from the time my youngest was 18 months, both her and my eldest had SN. It meant that I had to give up work. I was then widowed four years later.

Critical illness/disability is unlucky, even if partly self inflicted. So you are lucky that is doesn't happen to you.

Having healthy children, having the means to change your situation is a matter of luck. Which is why Children's Centers and additional benefits, investment in Services, extension of laws were bought in, to level the playing field.

A lot of those have gone now, because of the Austerity measures, so we will see a greater impact on those that are unlucky.

I've been asking for a pay rise at work for 15 years, I still haven't got one. Instead I've been told I'm lucky to have a job. I find that a bit insulting. In most other instances I wouldn't find being told I'm lucky an insult.

I am lucky to have a child, a house, friends and hobbies. I didn't get any of those things through hard work. In some areas of life I am very lucky.

@namechanger

That is a little insulting. Unless you work in an industry where everyone is being made redundant or where qualified jobseekers massively outnumber the number of available jobs.

The parenting thing is bollocks. I've got 4. I thought I was the world's worst mother because DS1 was a grizzly cling on baby who never slept through and threw up most of his breastfeeds. But the other three were smiley little angels who slept though beautifully without me doing anything different.

24 years on I realise poor DS had reflux, not a "thing" in those days. So we were just unlucky, nothing to do with parenting.