My dad. He’s a bit of a waster, although he tries, but arrogant/entitled with it and feels the world should hand him a living. Feels he’s been hard done by. Which to many extents he has. He never had any money, lives in a council flat. We were very poor growing up. Wider family is very affluent.
So it was an odd dynamic, as no one knew just how bad it was at times. Like he couldn’t put food on tne table and it was a slice of toast for dinner level of bad, but then we would go and see grandparents and aunts/uncles in huge houses for sumptuous meals. Then back to the council flat with no heating. No one ever visited us. As he didn’t invite them.
He hid how bad it was. Although I think obviously they knew he was skint, from where we lived to the clothes we wore. just they didn’t suspect it was so bad he couldn’t afford food at times. And he’d never have admitted it. Wanted everyone to think it was all good.
even today, he is so used to being poor, that if he buys something from markies he feels it’s a really big deal and will tell everyone, generally that’s he will buy a small markies chicken for Xmas, and be all excited as it’s from Marks and Sparks. It feels embarrassing to hear him go on, but it’s a treat for him.
poverty takes its toll in many ways. I’m a high earner, as is my husband, however as he was a bit of a cunt to us, I don’t get involved.