Sunday lunch with friends, but as the waitress handed me the menu I felt my stomach lurch. Shooting my husband a glare, I wanted to round-up the children and make a run for it.All the food was so expensive that I knew that paying for myself, my husband and our three children would swallow up all of our spending money for the rest of the month.But before I knew it my husband and the children had ordered food so we had no choice but to watch them eat their roast dinners as I sipped my tap water.
Afterwards, we paid the extortionate bill and I got into the car and burst into tears. How much longer could we keep this up?My husband and I went to state schools and both did well, going on to university and getting good jobs – him in education and myself in social care.
Neither of our jobs pay particularly well, though, so when we had our three children there was no question about whether or not we could afford to send them to private school – we couldn’t!However, my husband’s parents stepped in.
His father had recently sold his business running a garage, and with no mortgage they wanted to pay for our children to go to a little prep school nearby.
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