I started out in abject poverty (no electricity or running water, drugs, abuse, etc.) and I let that get to me so, despite being "gifted" in grade school and middle school, I shifted firmly into "berkeley it, I'm not going to live to see 30 anyway..." by the time I hit high school. I knew college was a pipe dream since I lived in BFE with no car and no money so, off I went and started working. After a medical discharge from the USMC I tried going back to school but, out of: house, transportation, food, school, I could only afford three out of four. Through OJT I learned a couple of trades, fell in love and slowly and painfully clawed my way out of poverty. Then the Great Recession of '09 hit and my wage was reduced by $2 per hour (down to $13.) and my hours were cut to 36 per week so I lost all full-time benefits. Not good for a 29-year old married sole provider and father of two babies. We lost our extravagant $56,000 home and our luxurious $12,000 car and were forced to file for bankruptcy.
I stayed with that same company three more years until I got a job offer in '12 that, for the first time in my life, would pay me a wage that started with the number two. I was there a total of 13 months before being caught up in a large layoff in the spring of '13. The following fall, after failing to find a job for seven months and completely depleting my savings and retirement again, I started work at a steel mill with an outright sadistic schedule: monday-third shift, tuesday-second shift, wednesday-first shift, thursday-off, friday-third shift, saturday-second shift, sunday-off. This job payed really well but, I missed out on everything to do with my childrens' development. Also, the health insurance was E36 M3 and I was regularly dropping $800-$1,200 per month treating/diagnosing my wife's (at the time) trigeminal neuralgia. I was forced to work through a torn menuscus, separated shoulder, and broken foot because I couldn't afford to take the time off to get it fixed. Short term disability there paid $300 gross per week. But, even with all of that bullE36 M3, I was slowly rebuilding my 401k.
That company was bought and began layoffs so I moved on to corrections for a bit, then found my way back to working maintenance in a Foundry. Then I got hit with a divorce bomb and lost everything (401k, pension, house, camper, savings, etc) except my kids. My name is still on the ex's mortgage and it's $17,000+ behind and currently in foreclosure. I filed a quitclaim and payed an attorney way too much money but, my name is still on the note and last I checked my credit is 573. During this time my car took a E36 M3 so I was forced to start driving my kid's car (no license yet) then it developed a near-terminal coolant leak and I was forced to buy a vehicle. Now said vehicle ('17 Caravan) has started issuing an expensive-sounding rattle during cold starts and the transmission is slipping on the 4-5 and 5-6 upshifts. I'm financing this turd and i can see the berkeleyings headed my way. The only recourse I can think of is to file for bankruptcy on the ex-wife's house and the van when it inevitably E36 M3s the bed, borrow against my 401k to buy what I hope is a reliable vehicle and continue the me-getting-berkeleyed cycle.
I'd say roughly 100% of you guys are more successful than me. I would really like to know just how in the berkeley any of you made it to where you are today. I'm a couple of months away from 45 and I'm in pretty much the same financial shape I was in 20 years ago, which is to say, absolutely berkeleyed. I make a decent wage but, it's been getting gobbled up by legal fees, medical bills and all manner of bullE36 M3. My current mortgage is only $420 but, the van payment is $400. Am I just that bad at life? It's taking more and more effort just to get through the day... time to head to the foundry...
Edit to add: My kids will soon be in college (like a year for one and two years for the other) so, I also have that looming over my head.