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I grew up living with my grandparents, because my mom was schizophrenic and in and out of treatment. I had the same experiences like yours, but I don't think it was intentional on the part of my grandparents. I think it's more of a generational thing. Gramps was a mechanic, Grndma was a nurse. My childhood was very comfortable, but it was often suggested to me by my caretakers that I should learn how to do things for myself as well. I didn't get much without working for it. Whatever they claimed to have, I never really considered my business. Whatever I earned for myself was another matter, and much appreciated back then as it is now. My first job was at a WalMart (a franchise that I dislike now, but when Mr. Walton owned it, I feel that it was different) that opened in our small town while I was still in high school. I was somewhat embarrassed to work there, as everyone in my high school saw me wearing that uniform, but I wanted my own money, not my grandparents money. Every paycheck made me feel a little better. When I finally got to college, I had savings.I'm not stating that you should do this, but what they did was essentially act like we didn't have any money. I mean, they literally would say that: "We don't have the money for that", for EVERYthing. I used to think that we were a problem away from homelessness. It wasn't until I got my first apartment and they had to co-sign that I found out that those fools were WELL OFF! The form that they filled out showed how much they made...my jaw almost dropped. The LIARS! They most certainly did have the money. Anyway, I always vowed since I was a kid that I would stash money so that I would never end up homeless.