My Mom Threw Me Out for Her New Family, Then Demanded Tuition Money For…

My mom kicked me out for her new family then demanded college money for my siblings when she found out I’m successful. To put things in perspective, my mother gave birth to me at the age of 20 and my biological father was never involved. He never wanted children, she told me, and because they had only been dating for a few months when she became pregnant, she offered him the option to leave, which he did.

She stated that because of the bitterness of their breakup, she had chosen not to demand child support from him, and he had also refused to pay. Never talking again was convenient for both of them. She was fortunate to have my grandparents’ unwavering support and encouragement, which enabled her to finish her schooling and secure employment.

She dated a couple men while I was younger, and she began dating Harry, a co-worker, when I was about eight years old. Before getting married, they dated for over three years. Although we weren’t very close, Harry and I got along well enough to put up with each other being in the house.

When my mom became pregnant four years after they were married, everyone was overjoyed, including me. In retrospect, I probably should have known what was going to happen, but I was too preoccupied with the idea that my mother would always support me. I hoped mom wouldn’t leave me now because she had endured a lot of challenges raising me by herself.

She obviously distanced herself from me after she married Harry, and we began to drift apart, but I thought it was only a phase and that things would improve during her pregnancy. I did my best to be encouraging, but she appeared to get angrier every time I was there. To avoid disturbing her, I made the decision to become scarce, but it seems that I wasn’t inconspicuous enough.

She and Harry sat me down for a serious conversation six months after she gave birth to twins. They informed me that they couldn’t keep me in the house since they had two children to look after. They couldn’t legally throw me out without getting in trouble because I was still a juvenile, having just turned 16.

By highlighting the financial burden of providing for a big family on their meager income, they attempted to persuade me otherwise. Since we had been living comfortably up until that point, I honestly didn’t think it was hard to maintain two adults, one teenager, and two kids on the salary of two web engineers. They clearly only wanted me gone.

I genuinely didn’t want to leave, so even at that point I attempted to offer ways to stop it. If money was a problem, I offered to acquire a job, but my mother said she wanted to save money and resources for the children who deserved it more. She stated that the deserved to stay with them more than I did, not that the needed this more.

That was all it took for me to decide that I had to leave because it was obvious that no one wanted me. They knew I had enough dignity to know I was unwanted, so they had only nudged me in the right way. After I left without even telling me where I should go, their strategy was successful since they hadn’t really evicted me. It wasn’t technically an eviction, but I would still consider it to be the same. I felt like I had no other choice after they had forced me into a difficult situation.

I went straight to my grandparents’ house when I left that day. They wanted to be there for the twins, so even though they were upset about what my mother had done, they didn’t cut her off. At 16, I obtained part-time work because I could no longer financially rely on my grandparents due to their advanced age.

When my mom and Harry went to visit my grandparents with the kids, I would see them every now and then, but they seldom ever inquired about me. They tended to be very formal, as if they didn’t miss me at all. Even when they did see me, they actually appeared to be happy without my presence.

I was saddened by my mother’s apparent decrease in irritability, but I knew there was nothing I could do about it. I lived with my grandparents until it was time to go to college. My mom wasn’t involved with me even then, so I had to rely on friends to assist me get settled in my dorm because my grandparents weren’t old enough or healthy enough.

My mom and Harry declined, preferring to preserve money for the twins’ future, so I had to take out a student loan and one of my relatives co-signed for it. Fortunately, one of my uncles agreed to assist if I assured him that he would never be responsible for any of the costs. I worked while I was in college to make sure I wouldn’t fall behind on my payments and to give myself a financial advantage.

My mother and I hardly spoke once I started college, and only my grandparents were present when I graduated. Not even my mother bothered to congratulate me. In order to avoid being a burden to my elderly grandparents, I began working and lived independently after college.

Although I didn’t make much money during the first few years, I was still able to pay for groceries, utilities, rent, and even started to pay off my debt while setting money up for the future. In fact, I would describe that as living on a limited income. Fortunately, things finally got better. It took a while, but I eventually rose through the ranks of my organization. Considering that I received very little assistance, I’m proud of how far I’ve gone and am now in a rather comfortable posture.