I’ll Never Forgive My Parents for the Life They Took From Me

I grew up modestly. My parents rarely gave me what I wanted — no ballet classes, small birthdays, the cheapest phone, no allowance. I worked part-time as a teen just to have money. Strangely, they paid for an expensive school while we lived so frugally.

Now in college and drowning in debt, I moved back home. One night, I discovered documents revealing my parents are actually wealthy — multiple properties, investments, big savings. When I confronted them, they said, “It’s our money, not yours. We wanted to raise you to work hard. That’s how rich people stay rich.”I packed my bags that night. They let me struggle financially while sitting on fortune. Is that fair? Should I forgive them?

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