Before I quit working to be a SAHM, I made $30K and my partner made $40K. By our standards, even living in Seattle which has a notoriously high standard of living, we were rolling in it. We had more than enough.
Just about the time I quit working, my partner got a big fat raise and is now making around $50k (lucky, eh?). Unfortunately, his job doesn't provide health insurance for the babe or me, so we pay out of pocket for that ($110/month for the bare bones plan - we use it as catastrophic insurance and pay out of pocket for a ND for regular care). No rx coverage so we pay $80/month for the medication that keeps me sane.
But, we bought a house (a cutie patootie teeny weenie house for $160k - a steal in the Seattle market and I love, love, love it). We have a car and a truck that are less than 5 years old (and the car is paid off!). We are still rolling in it, basically. Our big financial decisions are what kind of new flooring to put in the kitchen to replace the ugly old linoleum, not can we eat today or can we buy the medication we need. We are blessed.
I grew up really poor. Food stamps, government cheese and charity Christmas gifts kind of poor. I recently watched 'Roger & Me' again. Whenever I start thinking, "Oh, if only we had more money..." I will remember the image of that family getting evicted on Christmas Eve.
Money stuff is complicated for me. It is complicated for most of us, I think. Money is emotional stuff. My class issues run deep, and are far more intense than any of my other 'issues'. I have prejudices against 'rich' people, which isn't fair and I'm working on it (I have a dear friend who is wealthy, and he is so responsible with his money. Donates an amazing amount of money, spends a lot of his time volunteering, acts out of an awareness that most people don't have his kind of wealth... His friendship has been good for me). Hell, by some people's standards (and certainly compared to how many of the world's people live) we are rich. It's relative.