After a horrid childhood spent with a single mother hiding behind settees from the next debt collector, I swore to myself I’d never have any debt.
I was successful in that aim.. actually that’s not quite true.. I had one debt, a mortgage.. the thought of it gave me sleepless nights so I worked my balls off to pay it off in about 10 years.
I now have substantial savings.. but at 50 years of age wonder what the hell the point of saving it all was. I have a comfortable lifestyle and a house that’s already too big for me. My kids were spoilt to death and wanted for nothing but are now adults. I could have blown the lot on fine wine and hot women.. Now I’m too old to cope with anything more than a hot chocolate.
So I spend my life looking at digits on paper.. too afraid of a life without that safety net to actually spend any of it hehehe