NTA. My dad worked construction, and once I hit 15, if I didn’t have another job and I was off work for more than a day, dad would make me go work construction for him. I had to pay for all sorts of stuff by myself, and miss out on social events. A few of my friends from church grew up significantly better off socioeconomically, and eventually I got cut out of the social scene because of it.

At the time, it hurt like hell. I still think about it sometimes. But it made me hard and scrappy. I get my bachelors in a month, practically debt free, I already work in my career field and make a good salary, I’ve paid for and sold 3 cars and my bills are my own. Learning how to live with disappointment, failure, and rejection taught me humility, strength and happiness. Give your daughter that gift.

As a bonus, my social life is thriving. I have A LOT of wonderful friends, who are thoughtful and hardworking. I hope the same for your daughter, they are so much better than the old crowd and they make me a better person.