I grew up with frugal parents, but we had more than what we needed. I think my parents were frugal in the way that they put the money where it was important to them...owning a home where their kids could go to a decent, safe school; making sure bills were paid, having savings, having more than adequate groceries, etc. I didn't grow up with a lot of gadgets, but I did grow up feeling secure and safe. I never even thought of things like being homeless or evicted, having utilites shut off, not having food to eat, not being able to go to the doctor when I was sick.
On the other hand, I feel my father especially was a slave to money and frugality. By that I mean that he feels he HAS to work a job he hates for the income, he feels he HAS to buy a certain kind of grocery or product because it is cheaper. There is no question whether something will bring you more joy, or whether it is "better", just that it is cheaper. I think that has to do with how he was raised however, and that is a big place we differ.
My bills get paid, but I'm not as good at having the savings I should. I'm getting better at this. I think that this problem of mine really doesn't reflect my parents though. It's more that I wanted to see the world other people lived in, so I went to CA and lived with a boyfriend whose friends and families had grown up poor (the evictions, food stamps. utilites, etc.) and had very bad relationships with money (a gameboy and no legos but living in a hotel). Well, I didn't believe in squandering the money, but we also had none to squander so he ENFORCED poverty for so long is what made me more careless when I moved back to my hometown with my new husband and had extra cash I could spend. Now after a year of splurging more than I needed to, I'm realizing that what you do with your money is a choice, and having that choice is a luxury I should appreciate.
What a mouthful. Hopefully this does demonstrate how relationships with money often work though. I don't think that being frugal above anything else is necessarily healthy, nor is not having a real choice whether you can spend money or not. Without middle ground I think you'll end up unhappy either way.
On the other hand, I feel my father especially was a slave to money and frugality. By that I mean that he feels he HAS to work a job he hates for the income, he feels he HAS to buy a certain kind of grocery or product because it is cheaper. There is no question whether something will bring you more joy, or whether it is "better", just that it is cheaper. I think that has to do with how he was raised however, and that is a big place we differ.
My bills get paid, but I'm not as good at having the savings I should. I'm getting better at this. I think that this problem of mine really doesn't reflect my parents though. It's more that I wanted to see the world other people lived in, so I went to CA and lived with a boyfriend whose friends and families had grown up poor (the evictions, food stamps. utilites, etc.) and had very bad relationships with money (a gameboy and no legos but living in a hotel). Well, I didn't believe in squandering the money, but we also had none to squander so he ENFORCED poverty for so long is what made me more careless when I moved back to my hometown with my new husband and had extra cash I could spend. Now after a year of splurging more than I needed to, I'm realizing that what you do with your money is a choice, and having that choice is a luxury I should appreciate.
What a mouthful. Hopefully this does demonstrate how relationships with money often work though. I don't think that being frugal above anything else is necessarily healthy, nor is not having a real choice whether you can spend money or not. Without middle ground I think you'll end up unhappy either way.














They wouldn't know frugal if it bit them in the
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