Just over 5 years ago, my ex announced that we should split, although a little shocked at the time, I was overjoyed inside, I could finally escape the greedy woman I'd been living with. I agreed to remove my name from the bank account and set up an account of my own, on the grounds that she gave me some money to help to get some furniture etc (I should have taken some money out before hand and she went back on her word as soon as the deed was done). I quickly moved into a local authority bungalow and started to rebuild my life, apart from a microwave and my clothes, I had nothing.
I had no money, so struggled to get the gas and electric reconnected, luckily a friend helped me out and gave me some money to get back on my feet. I lived on toast, cupasoups and anything I could cook in the microwave as I didn't have enough to buy a cooker, 7 months in, I found a secondhand one. It must have been 3 years until I was in a position to say I had it how I wanted and was "proud" that I could say, I'd sorted myself out, but still lived in fear of going back to having no money and not having enough to pay my bills etc, it leaves me with so many sleepless nights.
My ex is still in my house, but I refuse to pay anything towards her or the property, she stung me and I'm playing the same game, if the house needs any work doing, she will have to pay for it as I see it as dead money and really don't care what happens to it or even if it falls down, yes, I'm that far down the line.
Roll forward to now and I've recently had a little bit of luck, I won some money, under £10,000 and not enough to be life changing to the majority of people, but it is to me and it's causing me a huge amount of grief. All my life I've had to work and work very hard to make my way in life, at one stage I was working 3 jobs and never had any time off, I worked a full time Monday to Friday job, another job on a Saturday that consisted of 10 to 12 hours, plus I was working in a pub every night and all day Sunday, after several years of this, it took it's toll and nearly killed me. When I went from being useful to useless, I soon found out how much my ex cared about me.
Sorry, bit of a rant there.
With having this sum of money in my bank account, it's making me feel guilty because I didn't work for it and in all honesty, it's really praying on my mind as I don't know what to do with it. A friend said I should take a holiday, (I've not had one since Summer 1990 and I'm not one for laying on a beach or sitting about, I have to keep my body and mind busy, it doesn't help that I was diagnosed as being on the autism spectrum in summer last year). I'm not going to buy myself something I need or want, (there's nothing I can think of that I need or want and I've gone so long having to do without).
My home is how I need it and want it, I don't need anything for it, I'm fine for clothes, I don't need a car as the one I have is fine and working, I don't need anything for my hobbies as I never had time to enjoy any with working all the time. But I am no way going to use it to repair my house, it's dead to me and unless I snuff it before she does, I'm not going to see any benefit. I've severed the joint tenancy and made my will, so I'm safe in the knowledge that she will not benefit more than she thinks if I happen to shuffle off before her.
People dream of winning the lottery and having all this millions to what they want with, to me it would be a nightmare, what can I do with the money I have in the bank? I cannot bring myslef to just go out and blow it, I would get no satisfaction and pile even more guilt on myself.
All of my life, I've felt guilty about not having money and now I feel guilty about having it, I can't win.