I don't like it when people say this. I grew up poor, not super poor, but enough that I resented my parents for it. You didn't know you were broke probably because you weren't that broke. Maybe you don't need so much money to buy everything your child wants in this world, but enough that you can get them at least some of what they want and can dress them appropriately.
Heh..my parents were so broke they couldn’t afford a crib to put me into. The back of my head has a flat dent to this day because they laid me on a blanket on a concrete floor, in a house made of concrete. Walls, ceilings, all just concrete slabs. It was a real shit hole, but the entire neighborhood were duplicate houses, and everyone was broke. We still had fun.
My parents are multi millionaires today, they got their shit together. I pretty much missed that rise to upper middle class because it happened after I moved out in 86’. My little sister grew up in the palace of abundance and it spoiled her. She was spoiled into her 30’s.
It never occurred to me, to resent my parents because I couldn’t have everything I wanted. My sister got that.
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