I’ll go first. Frankly, I am wealthy, there I said it. I am not buy a yact wealthy though.
The thing is I continue working as a lawyer because I grew up in an abusive family. First, it was my biological father and then my stepfather. My mom was employed full-time in her marriages to make ends meet. She worked as a blue collar, manual labor worker. The second husband earned a little bit more than her, cheated on her, wouldn’t pay his share of the rent, and left her. She took out her retirement savings to pay legal fees, rent, groceries, and my living expenses.
At the time, I was finishing up college and was looking for my first big girl job. Anyway, it was a really challenging time but nothing different from similarly situated women from emotionally abusive and financially abusive relationships.
My mom has been carrying this trauma for almost 40 years and she’s 72 this year. I blocked it from my memory honestly. So whenever I bring up the topic that I want to raise my toddler and quit being a lawyer, my mom berates me, calling me stupid, foolish, naive, and then proceeds to give me a bunch of “what ifs” like what if husband cuts off my access to his/our money then I can’t even afford a legal fee besides the basic retainer.
I feel like I’m living in the twilight zone. Most women marry “up” and I’m one of them. But I can’t shake off the feelings of inadequacy and insecurity either from myself and mostly my mom. I love my mom very much, she’s my best friend. I know she means well for me. Her trauma is her protection towards me. She tells me to continue commuting and working. Don’t financially rely on my husband ever and save my money.
That approach, however, is taking time away from my only child (I had my baby in my mid-30s). Also, I want to spend my financial and time resources on doing things I want to do. Like reading a book, picking up my kid up from school, going to the gym mid-day. But now, I’m chained to my desk working in an office. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful I have this job, it’s a good job and it’s foolish for me to leave. I always remember how stressed I was when I finished law school and was job hunting like a madwoman. My then boyfriend, now husband, told me to take a chill pill.
I apologize if this post rubbed you off the wrong way. People get angry when money topics are honestly discussed.