Gosh no, not in Canada.
They paid 170k for a great house in one of the nicest neighborhood of Montreal in the 90s. I’ll be paying 3x more for a super basic house in a shitty neighborhood. I was lucky enough to buy a house before the pandemic so I made a profit selling it, but even with that I won’t even come close to their way of living.
Financially? No Psychologically? Also no but I’ve actually got therapy and taken a step to breaking generational trauma so that’s something!
In some ways, sure. I’m not religious, and I don’t have children. In terms of finances, no.
Financially yes, psychologically, no.
yes
Technically not since they were married, were renting small house, and had at least one kid by the time they were my age. I’m still in college.
Absolutely. Both me and my siblings. My parents were in an okay spot at this point, but they supported us to do far better.
Times were pretty borked compared to now, at least in this country.
In terms of satisfaction? No. In terms of finances? Not sure. By my age, my parents were together, my mom had my sister and my dad became a step father to her, they had a lot of friends and were very popular. Me…not so much in any of those things. But I’m living comfortably in my own apartment, no kids or S.O. so I have a lot of spare cash and a lot of things I like. I don’t know if my parents had the same pleasures as me at this age.
Better in what regard? Fiscally all things adjusted and accounted for? Fuck no,
Progress as a person and self growth and development? Absolutely.
Also I will never breed, so always will be one up on my parents there,
Absolutely same
Lol, no. They were able to have a house and multiple kids on one salary.
When my parents were my age, they left their country to move to the US in search of opportunities. Now that I’m that age, I’m leaving my country to move to another because of literal Nazis
Not even close
No. I’m not in a bad spot but definitely not as comfortable as I grew up.
That’s sad. My dad got molested by a priest when he was a kid. Back in the 70s, nobody took it seriously enough and people didn’t want the shame of it so it got brushed under the rug. Nobody ever helped him growing up so he became a severe alcoholic and drug addict. Constantly getting taken by the cops, unable to hold a job for long. But he still gave a fuck about me enough to actually make sure I did the right stuff as an adult and get a decent job. I’ll finish by saying this, the priest that did it got shipped off by the church to the Phillipines. They tried hiding him. But he did it again there and they fucking killed him. Mutilated him while he was still alive and fed him his own dick then tied his corpse to a pole in the center of town. At least according to my aunties.
Nope, and the horrible thing is that I have a high earning job while they didn’t even work, they got to live off of my grandparents’ wealth (which was half from actual impressive entrepreneurship and half from just buying cheap land that over the years became very valuable) and then they mady terrible financial decisions (as rich kids often do) and now I get to earn my own money. I’m glad that I get to be independent, but sure would have been fun to have some family wealth as well…
