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Pixie's avatar

I think your parents, god love them, were extremely fucked up, swinging from one side of the pendulum to the other. Both of my parents grew up during the depression and WW11, they were careful with money. They saved money. We always had enough but no extras, no fancy holidays for example. They paid for my tuition to nursing school, $700, in 1984 and that was it really, but I knew I could count on them if everything went for shit.

I was married to an emotionally abusive man who convinced me I was bad with money, and kept me on an allowance. A fucking allowance. I had three children, one severely disabled, what could I do? I got out when my youngest turned sixteen. I supported myself. Turns out I'm good with money and I can now say I'm a millionaire which sounds weird and braggy, but it's just the truth.

I also have ADHD so I can be very impulsive and was much more so when I was younger. I bought a lot of shit I didn't need, had the big house, clothes, blah, blah, blah, and still I disappointed my EX-husband.

I have a better relationship with money now, a more balanced approach which comes with age and experience. It does get better, you will get better. We don't always have to repeat our past. When we learn better, we can do better. Take care.

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Keris Fox's avatar

As you know, I’m also 53 and only now - and very very slowly - coming to the realisation that I’m not and never have been bad with money. (I just have never had enough and have always wanted to live my life anyway.) You are brilliant.

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