The richest people are those with choice.
When I became a SAHM it was a choice. It was for the benefit of our family, but my pension contributions have continued to future proof things, plus some money coming in came directly to me so I had my own cash etc
It was a really good time because I could spend time with the kids, the stress of working in the education system cane off my shoulders and I could give more time to a voluntary project I’ve been involved in for years. It was both good fun and rewarding because I was doing the things I wanted to be doing. DH was also relaxed because he’d taken a promotion that he loved, plus had the knowledge that we could afford for him to step back if needed.
Now my youngest needs pretty much full time care. I spend my life now dealing with her, fighting for the services she needs, worrying sick about school places because locally the SEN school isn’t set up for children who are seriously physically disabled, but mentally capable. Yet the mainstream schools are not set to cope with her level of physical disability.
She’ll never live alone so I know and with cut backs to everything I now spend my life worrying about what will happen to her. We need to pay for services privately that previously wouldn’t so DH now knows he must keep that job no matter what as we need the income
How and why someone is not working is absolutely key to how good it is. I miss having the choice