It would seem from the OP’s past posts that she has lived a rather privileged life.
I must apologise if that is the impression that I have given. I grew up about as poor as it’s possible to be in western Europe. My father worked in a factory and my mother was a cleaner—that is when they had work. My school lunches and school uniform were paid for by the local authority. My school covered the cost of school trips. We lived in a rented flat above a shop. We had three bedrooms, of which two were habitable. Our only heating was from paraffin (kerosene). Outside our back door (we didn’t have a front door) we didn’t have a lawn or patio, but rusting sheets of iron laid directly on the soil. We had periodic infestations of vermin, leaking roofs, and a toilet that was flushed with buckets of water. Our landlord refused to carry out repairs, constantly threatened to evict us, and resorted to tactics such as posting dead animals through the letterbox, claiming to the authorities that my parents were running a brothel, and threats of violence and arson. The borough in which I grew up has the highest rate of violent crime in the whole of the UK. There were several occasions on which I had a weapon pulled on me on my way home from school.
I was therefore strongly motivated to pursue a career in which I would be able to make money and enjoy security. My biggest concern was always to own my own home, not as an investment, but so that I would never again have to fear being homeless or live in fear of a landlord. Even now, I calculate that if we were to lose our home, we would still have sufficient assets to buy a small place in the north of England. I also enjoy not having to worry about whether I can afford things. I don’t mean that I live a luxurious lifestyle, but I can, for example, buy myself new clothes.
To return to my original point, I guess it just never occurred to me that I could, or should, rely on somebody else to provide any of this stuff for me. If I’d wanted to marry somebody who made a lot of money, I imagine I probably could have done so. But I married the person I wanted to be married to. I feel that contributing financially is just one way of contributing to a relationship.
I think that the one thing I could not stand for would be being married to somebody who simply refused to work at all. In fact, one of the things that got me interested in Catholicism was reading
Laborem exercens.