My mother didn't have a lot growing up. Then she became a pregnant teen. Then after my dad passed she struggled with raising all of us (5). We of course were poor. Ended up homeless twice. Iunno what my family's karma is, but damn, we had it bad.
So me, I drop out of highschool, get my GED, go to college, get a degree, refrain from getting pregnant ever. Parlaying my paychecks on whatever. Living cheaply under my mom. Gallivanting as I please.
I can't totally be mad at her. She literally carried me through fire, hail and brimstone. However, those feelings come through and so I feel guilty when I come home with shopping bags. She didn't have that luxury for a long time. When I say we were poor, I mean we could not even afford a landline phone. We had to bum money from my cousin for pads during that time of the month. #neverforget
I'm good with money, and ever since becoming financially independent at 16, I have not struggled in anyway close. The last couple times I was unemployed I hopped on a plane to vacation.
I try to allay my moms feelings by inviting her out. Trying to engage her in my activities. Taking her to fancy places. She ain't with it, but want to make snide remarks. Smh. Anyway. I feel you sis.