I Chose My Wealthy Mother Over My Struggling Father, and the Lesson Followed Me for Life

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And yet, no matter how hard he worked, we were always just scraping by.

The refrigerator was rarely full. My clothes came from thrift stores. Shoes were worn until the soles thinned. I learned early how to pretend I didn’t care when classmates showed off new backpacks, new gadgets, or talked about family vacations.

But I did care.

I cared deeply.continue reading …