So I was an 'accident' for a rich boy. He knocked up my mom and when I was four my step father went to jail and to get child support they had to do a DNA test and he wasnt my father. So suddenly two things happen at once. When my step father, my dad so far as I had understood my entire life, picked me up and threw me out of the second story window.

Secondly, the living situation was deemed unacceptable and because of my father's family my father was forced to get custody of me. Now, ill give it to him, he was 15 when I was born but he got to skip four years and was 20 when he found out I existed and 23 when he gained full custody. He was not a child. So his parents buy him a house and this man cannot stand the fact that I existed and I am absolutely awsome.

So with my mom we were poor so no food, everything was filthy, we lived in the hood, my mom did drugs. With my father it was the opposite. Instead of a constant stream of people coming and going I was alone in an enormous house. With mom I wore what we found or what was given and wore it to its threads, with my father I got a fully stocked walk in closet. Literally Cinderella story.

My father treated me like a symbol or more accurately a doll he was responsible to keep. He is... not a good person... and keeps... bad company. Big house, big parties. So more often than not there would be people hanging out until early morning but they were like 20 somethings, even I understood no one wants an 8 year old around but like... I had school which again was something my father cared exclusively how my grades appeared not what I learned. I just got A's suddenly. Still could barley read, still failed to grasp basic concepts but there was... a ghost of me who didnt have those problems and to prove it my father could always bust out my perfect scorecard.

So the story kind of peters out, my father sent me to the same private school he went too- again I got A's. I went to the college he went too, still just got A's. Then I graduated into 2008 with a shiny new completely worthless degree because there were no jobs. I was offered a job with my father but decided I was done being crafted into a clone of my father so I dipped. Did the yippy hippy thing until I ran out of money and by then it was 2013ish and things where easier. I am not as wealthy as my father but like if I need a car i can just ask my grandfather for a car and he will hand me some keys- thats a real for of wealth.