I am a single parent earing above median average, around 43k, late 30s.
I was only just able to get my mortgage on a 150k terraced house, with a 10% deposit I managed to scrape together from the pitiful amount my ex allowed me to have from the ex marital home, and savings when that was still possible. I could not afford the drawn-out battle between solicitors it would have otherwise meant. One child is still in childcare, ex pays 50% of that.
April is going to kill me financially. If it was just the energy bills, that would be doable. But it's an increase in energy bills, an increase in food bills, an increase in water bills, an increase in mortgage rates, an increase in phone and internet bills, an increase in council tax, an increase in fuel bills and an increase in childcare.
None of those are non-essentials. I have very little in non-essentials.
Yesterday I also saw what life is like without a car, which I considered giving up when I move jobs closer to home. I live in a big town and needed to get to the city we're about a 30min drive away from. Three buses, one after another, cancelled, before one finally arrived an hour after we were supposed to get on. The train we needed not running that day (no announcement made online when I looked up the journey, we only got informed at the ticket counter). We were supposed to arrive at a venue at 2pm, left in good time, and got there at 4pm. The journey back wasn't much better, bearing in mind I had an infant school child with me. And due to the cost of bus fares between different companies I paid more than it would have cost me in fuel and daytime parking. So now the car is an essential, too, for work and all appointments, because while a 2h delay was possible with a leisure activity, there is no way I could do that with work or appointments. Outside of major cities, public transport is a shambles.
So yes, I'll happily moan, even if I earn more than most of the people around me. Because life over the UC limit can be shit, too, especially when you're not partnered up. Reading the room goes both ways.