You Funded My Empire

My parents stole my entire savings—$50K—to buy my brother a luxury car and fund his "startup."

When I confronted them, Dad laughed: "It's for family. You're ungrateful

and still live in our house." Mom added: "He has potential. Stop being jealous."

​ That night, I grabbed my laptop, one backpack, and walked out.

No drama. They smirked, thinking they'd dumped a broke loser. Truth?

My freelance coding side-hustle was already pulling six figures yearly—more than their combined

salaries. ​ For two years, I vanished. Blocked everyone.

Hustled 18-hour days: new clients, online courses, scaling to a full agency.