I also grew up with money, but my parents were different. My father always drove an older model car and bought my mom a Cadillac or Lincoln every two years. Neither of them ever overspent even though there was always plenty of money to do so. They never taught me to buy “the best.” I did it all on my own for my own ridiculous reasons.
Maybe it’s because I felt denied as a child. We lived in Beverly Hills with the crummiest house on the best street. It used to embarrass me because it was never remodeled in the fifty-seven years they owned it. And all the furniture that was there in 1949 was still there when I had an estate sale in 2006. Although my mother took me to Saks Fifth Avenue to buy all my clothes, my father didn’t know. He directed her to take me to the much less expensive stores, so after each shopping spree, she would hide all the bags in the trunk of the car until he left for work the next morning. They both dressed horribly, yet she bought me beautiful things. Today, I’m still buying “the best” and never denying myself, hoping that what I have now will last me for the rest of my life.
Good for you that you’re not like your father. My daughters are not like I am either, and one even has a substantial savings. You should be extremely proud of yourself that you have taken care of your mother. I was never in your position, but if I had been, I wouldn’t have done it. Truth.