Love this. We were in a similar situation to your family by the sounds of it but I never once felt “my life is so shit, my mum put Vitalite on my sandwiches”. This time of year always makes me think of my mum saving all year to make sure my brother and I had lovely gifts to open. We had the same decorations for loads of years and would share advent calendar between the two of us but so what?!The butter thing really boils my piss. I grew up in a working class household, never destitute but always having to buy cheap. We never had butter, only marge, and it was...fine? We made do. The fact she was so aghast at having to downgrade from butter shows yet again that she was never truly in poverty, just an entitled middle class twat who was down on her luck for a few months.
Money is very important to my brother, but then he’s a twat. I reckon he’d shake a tip jar if he thought he’d get away with it.
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