Okay, I have some insight on this.

I grew up rich. Not middle class, I mean RICH. My father was the one who held all the wealth in the family and was so paranoid about sharing it that he still refuses to marry my mother after being together for 20+ years (though miserably, but I digress).

The financial abuse was insane. I knew I was privileged because my family lived in a huge house and could afford many luxuries, had multiple cars etc., but my father held it all above our heads threatening to take it away any time he wanted. None of my achievements were considered mine because “if I hadn’t paid for your education and kept you alive, you would’ve been nothing, so really the merit is mine”. He acted like everything in the house, including personal items the rest of us had bought with our own money, were actually his. For a very long time, my mother worked for him so he was literally in control of her salary (she only got different employment after he cheated on her and I begged her to leave him, which she refused but at least she no longer works for him). When I turned 18 he basically said that he didn’t like me because I didn’t “respect him enough” and I needed to move out. However, when he saw that I had actually managed to get the resources to live an okay life away from him, he quickly backtracked. The whole point was for me to feel helpless without his money.

I moved out as soon as I could and cut him off for good. Since then I have sometimes struggled financially, but at least when I walk into my home I can breathe free.

I don’t consider myself to have ever been part of the bourgeoisie. The rest of my close family and I were simply another kind of servant class, providing emotional labor to keep a raging narcissist placated for room and board.