I think I agree with this.. though I was in the opposite end of the scale.
If I ever needed anything I couldn’t ask. I once called to ask if I could please have £50, as I didn’t have enough money for food (I was at uni, in a cheaper part of the country, didn’t go out like other friends as didn’t have the money, about 20 years old.)
I was shouted at enormously by my step father. I don’t think he gave me the money. I recall I never went actively hungry but it was close (I ate a lot of weetabix and bananas.) A friend also showed me how to cook Dahl which, with lentils, onions, stock and herbs only cost a few pence per meal. I worked Saturday and Sunday (uni Monday-Friday.)
My phone was often being cut off as I couldn’t afford the bill. I could only visit them at Easter and Christmas as couldn’t afford the train more than that. I used to ask them to visit. Unlike my friends parents, they visited when they took me up (first year) and when I graduated (last year,) they were the only times. I remember both times were a huge rush.. they didn’t want to stay. I don’t think we even went for dinner. I remember in other parts of my life I’d invite them for dinner or to visit and it was almost always no.
There were times when I didn’t have enough money for the £1 electric meter and it went out.
When I got older (20s), I needed to buy a car and asked if my step father would accompany me, because he’d bought lots of cars and I didn’t have experience. I didn’t want him to financially contribute, just give advice. He shouted at me for that too. I went alone, test drove the car in another town, paid the few hundred pounds I had.
There was a time when my bank cards didn’t work and I asked if they could help me. I called and was told no. I had left somewhere and had to walk through the snow with my suitcase, to a friend who gave me tea and the keys to her house to stay. I couldn’t stay with them as too volatile.
I was in many dangerous situations, always in survival mode trying to be ok. It resonated all through my 30s, the fear, struggle and not knowing how people should treat me. I managed to meet my husband later in 30s due to years and years of therapy.
So, I think: YOU SOUND ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. God, I wished I’d had just a bit of that support (practical or emotional.) I think you’d husband is potentially doing too much now. Just enjoy life and sort out the inheritance tax so they can inherit well in the future.
PS so good you help with childcare too. My DH parents couldn’t come from their country. And my mum needed convincing to come for 1 night after we came back from Intensive Care with our newborn. I always thought it would be different with a baby. I can’t tell you how it wasn’t. I was alone, we were alone.
I always show up for people. This is what I believe in and values I live by, so I do admire you support your children.
Sorry for the long share, but perhaps it helps to see what some people are like. Maybe if your husband heard this, he would understand how much you do already xx