There Was No Alternative:Daily Prompt
When I was 20 years old, I was cut off. No reason, no explanation, just a hey we’re sending you money, you are just spending it all. The truth was I was not getting any checks and my tuition was not being paid so all the plum classes I registered for would slip through my fingers with non-payments. I would call my dad crying. Without being told, I understood I would have to put myself through school.
My father was not down on his luck, in fact, he was a doctor with a local television show who regularly handed out hundreds to strangers and for tips. All my life when I asked why he did not spend more time with me he would say I have to pay for your college somehow. I was devastated, but more so because his new wife had forced him to choose between us: she wanted Gucci shoes and I wanted my education. He could not understand why I disliked him. In his mind there was no correlation between me being cut off and being angry with him. I had to grow up very quickly at 20. The thing is there was no other alternative . I had to assume complete responsibility for myself and make do with the money I had saved when times were flush.
This meant I had to learn to budget and say no to things I largely wanted to do. The girls from my boarding school were traveling the world and I was wondering how long could I survive on peanut butter and jelly. During my twenties I worked three jobs-day school, night school, summer school, not to mention tutoring-all to make ends meet. My mother died when I was 23 effectively making me an orphan. I would dream about being homeless.