I was pretty typical. My kids grumbled that they didn’t much like my home cooking, and that their friends had dinner from restaurants much more often than we did. So I went on strike from making dinner for quite some time. Of course, there wasn’t money for other things that they had become accustomed to, so they did without the name brand clothes or shoes for a while.
I didn’t get my apologies for many many years later, even though I’d gone back to making homemade meals. (Finances really didn’t allow everything all at once; decisions need to be made). All I wanted was to be appreciated for what I brought to the table. Kids don’t get that until they become parents. Well, some kids get it, but others don’t.
Hubby got a car that he had his eye on. Typical for a guy, too, I guess.
Regards,
Not every meal, but lots of meals as my wife puts a full chicken breast or steak on each plate, I tell my kids how when I was a kid mom would give us all slices of a breast or steak. She and Dad got more than the kids, but still just slices.
Looking back we weren’t poor at all, but dad had some lean years. And they both were kids during the Depression so they learned from that.