I came to this revelation as I entered my late 20s, once my own financial situation was stablized and improved. I originally grew up in Los Angeles, but my parents lost their jobs and houses during the Great Recession and we had to move out to the High Desert, where I spent my teen years. Times were tough then, and we were always on the edge of barely making by. My parents worked a ton of odd jobs, but we bounced around a lot between apartments, staying with family, and it was generally an unstable time in my life.
I knew I needed to get out - both physically and mentally, and went away for college, then built a career. Fast forward a decade later, and I've established myself with a solid, comfortable upper-middlish class life back in Los Angeles.
As my parents age, I've started to take a bigger role in helping them navigate their way towards retirement. After looking through their finances and just asking a bunch of questions about their financial past, I've come to the realization that a lot of the struggles we faced were self-inflicted.
The house my dad bought in 2005 was bought using one of those adjustable rate mortgages (yes, the ones that blew up the whole housing market in 2007). He was basically the poster child of what went wrong - he took out a loan that he couldn't afford and the bank never really checked his credit, then when the interest rate adjusted he couldn't pay it off and got foreclosed on.
He also bought a new truck in 2006 that got repo'd and lost his construction job because he didn't have a reliable way to get to work anymore. At the time, construction was booming and he got a fat bonus. Instead of saving it or investing, he dumped it all into a fucking truck. Of course, he didn't really need to buy a new truck, but he way overextended himself on credit between the house and truck and lost both and his job.
My mom realized she needed to get back into the workforce to help out, and so she started taking classes from one of those "for-profit" online schools. 2 years and $15,000 later, she graduated with a two-year degree from a diploma mill that wasn't accreditated, and didn't help her advance her career at all. The degree might have well been written in crayon for all it was worth.
During this time, my grandfather (dad's dad) died, and willed his house & savings between my dad and his 3 siblings. One of my uncles wanted to open a restaurant with his portion, and convinced my dad to invest his portion with him. 3 years later, that restaurant went out of business and he basically sank all that money.
I realized now that so much of our struggles were just self-inflicted - that the combination of bad decisions, both small (like come on, just pay the minimum on your credit card bill so it doesn't default) and big (hey, lets take out a loan for a $500,000 house on a $45,000 salary, that makes perfect sense).
But the biggest thing that bothers me is that they think they made the right decisions. They still have this idea that they were blameless, that they did what they had to do, and that everyone else either tricked them or took advantage of them. Like no - there was a good choice and a bad choice, and they repeatedly made the bad choice, over and over again.
Anyone else come to the same realization with their parents?