My parents told me to take the bus to my Harvard graduation because they were too busy buying my sister a brand-new Tesla, but when they finally showed up expecting to watch me quietly walk across the stage and go back to celebrating her, the dean took the mic, said my name, and my father dropped his program as the whole crowd learned what I had built while they were busy acting like I was never the child worth showing up for. – Reading Times

Our relationship began to experience significant strain when Logan could not comprehend why I refused to let him help me. “Just let me take care of the bill this time,” he would say with frustration in his voice when I insisted on splitting the cost.

He would often ask why I was making things so incredibly difficult for myself when I could just ask my wealthy parents for a small loan. No matter how many times I tried to explain the toxic nature of my relationship with my family, he never truly understood the depth of the issue.

Our relationship eventually ended after eight months when he surprised me with expensive plane tickets for a spring break trip. When I told him that I could not possibly go because I had already committed to working extra holiday shifts, he accused me of being stubborn and ungrateful for his effort.

We broke up that night in the rain, which added a heavy layer of heartbreak to my already growing list of life challenges. The holiday seasons were particularly difficult times for me during my college years.