I grew up in what was known as one of the poorest boroughs in London in the 80s. However, due to my dad's hard graft and intelligence, we had money. My dad was an orphan who worked from the age of 12 (washing dishes in restaurants), saved and worked his way up until he started his own little business. This grew and grew, he got very lucky. His businesses were doing well and he bought properties (that are now providing my parents an income without having to do much) which meant we grew up not wanting for anything. Most of our school friends didn't have the same luck and we did stand out as a result. I did feel very lucky as a child as I could see how our lives could have been.
I met my husband at the age of 16 in college. My husband wasn't as lucky; they grew up struggling as his dad had poor health and was unable to work and his mum was a SAHM to seven children. She also took care of her MIL and FIL who lived with them. They all lived in a small 3 bedroom, 1 bathroom house. We lived in a large 6 bedroom, three bathroom home (I have 4 sisters).
When we were young, I think my husband was in awe of the comforts my father's money had bought us. He used to tell me how different his life and upbringing was to mine and how lucky I was. He took me to McDonald's on our early dates but I could tell even then sometimes he'd struggle to pay. I made jokes and found excuses to pay whenever I could. He got a part time job when we started uni (mobile phone shop, commission based) and he started saving hard. He was very nervous about how my family would view him and his. Before our families started to communicate for our marriage (we're British born Asians), my husband and his family worked hard to improve the way their house looked as they were embarrassed for my family to see it. I felt awful for him and them and no matter what I said about not worrying about that, they carried on. Even taking out a loan for a new kitchen in their council property. After marriage my dad offered us money for a deposit to buy a house instead of renting our flat. My husband refused.
Anyway, my husband has always been determined to work hard to give me a similar lifestyle to the one I grew up with and for him to experience it himself. He got a degree but struggled to find work relating to it. Eventually, he applied to companies offering to work for free and ended up in a top construction company where they hired him within a week.
I watched my husband push himself and push himself. After having our first child and coming to a stumbling block in terms of progression, he decided to complete the ACCA qualification. He took evening classes and stayed up all night revising before each exam. It took 3 years but he did it and it allowed him to take on higher paying roles, buy us a nice home, nice cars, have more children, etc. I had been working PT since having our first child so he shouldered most of the financial responsibilities throughout our marriage.
18 years later, he is still with the same company and earning a six figure salary. I am so proud of how accomplished and happy he is and how far he has come. We enjoy a comfortable lifestyle and don't have to worry about money. All because of his hard work and determination.
Don't give up. I was shocked after leaving my parents home on how hard (and expensive) life is and many times, struggled with my husband to make ends meet. It was depressing. Education, hard work and determination was what took my husband out of it. You can do it too.xx