His children enjoyed their own rooms, new clothes, and regular vacations, while Nick and I quietly learned how to make do with less.
Growing up in a household where the imbalance was so visible left its mark on both of us. Nick and I shared a room, even though there
was a guest room available, and we often stayed behind during trips that our stepfather funded for his side of the family.
He would pay for my mom to join them,
but not for us, leaving us to spend holidays with relatives or at home. My mom tried to compensate
by giving us as much love and encouragement as she could, but it was hard not to notice the divide. Still,
I learned early on to appreciate the things money can’t buy—connection, resilience, and the quiet strength
that comes from supporting one another through difficult situations.
Now, at 28, I look back on that upbringing with a mixture of understanding and disbelief. Recently, during a
visit home, my stepfather made a request that surprised me more than anything that had happened in childhood. He insisted that Nick and I each contribute a large sum of money—$25,000—to help Cleo buy a house. His request wasn’t framed as a question but as something he felt we owed,
simply because Cleo needed support.
For a moment, I wondered if he remembered the years when Nick and I were excluded from family trips, or when my mom struggled to ensure we had basic necessities while he invested generously in his own children’s futures.
The imbalance that had defined our childhood resurfaced with his
demand, reminding me how differently the two sides of our family had grown up.
I responded calmly but firmly, explaining that contributing such an amount wasn’t possible for me—nor was it something I felt responsible for. His reaction made it clear he didn’t agree, but for the first time, I didn’t feel guilty for standing my ground. Instead,
I felt a sense of clarity about the boundaries I needed to protect as an adult. Childhood teaches us many lessons, and one of the most valuable is understanding that
fairness doesn’t always appear where we expect it. What matters is how we choose to move forward—with respect for ourselves, gratitude for the people who stood by us, and confidence in the life we build with our own efforts and values.
