I grew up so poor that once, somebody broke into our house and didn’t even steal anything. It was hard not to buy things in excess and hoard them once I finally had disposable income as an adult. On occasion, I would buy something expensive but well-made (a coat, a laptop, kitchen appliance, etc) and feel so guilty that I would actually have nightmares about my family yelling at me over how much money I spent. In real life, they probably wouldn’t have reacted much better if I hadn’t occaionally gone to elaborate ends to conceal how much I had spent on things.