I’ve been on both ends. Whoever up thread said that money worries stick with you, is correct. When I married DH, we had only what fit in our car, which was a small, older sedan. Our first place was a 300 sq ft apartment studio with no bathroom sink.
As a child, his family lost everything; and mine, although well off, hardly spent a penny and even some utilities were rationed, although my father made six figures at the time (over twenty years ago). I know they regret it now, but I had fewer childhood treats than my husband did. I wasn’t allowed to spend my own money without my father’s permission, and I earned my own scholarship to college when my parents refused to help me out. They didn’t pay a cent.
I had to give up my own dream job in my twenties due to health reasons, and worked incredibly hard to build a business in my husband’s field so at least one of us could do what we love. I made a successful go of it, and we are now earning a substantial amount. I’ve earned what I have, and am the main owner of our business, but I still worry about money.
It’s real. The one place I do spend is for my son, who now has the childhood treats I didn’t. Nothing extravagant, just the little things I was denied: an ice cream on a beach day, a special toy at Christmas, the ability to choose his own treats with his money, things like that.
I do think it sticks with you in funny ways. As an adult, when I had my first successful job I bought myself the toy I had asked for every Christmas as a child (very, very affordable for my parents at the time), but was always denied because I would “grow out of it.” I displayed it on my shelf, and when my mother saw it, she cried.
Life is funny, and the main thing I think is to be as happy as you can with every step down the road of life. No matter what my DH and I have gone through, we’ve always had each other. I’ll never forget the days of going through the sofa cushions to see if we had enough for our dinner, or making pasta in a coffee pot because we had no stove. My sister has never quite forgiven me for being happier with my whistle than she was with her pony (Count of Monte Cristo reference there), and when I finally earned my metaphorical pony she stopped speaking to me.
The who is more important than the how much, in the end, although money can make things much easier.