When my wife and I married, at 19, we lived in an apartment building that was mostly section 8 renters. I went to work all day and my wife went to school finishing her degree. We had no money at all for fun. The other tenants, “single” women with kids, had Uncle Sam paying all the bills so they had the entire income from their live-in boyfriend to play with.
My wife used to cry on Friday nights watching the other girls go out to have fun. That still pisses me off.