When my parents finalized their divorce,they made a neat, sensible packed.

When my parents finalized their divorce, they made a neat, sensible packed. Each would deposit $750 into my brother's account and mine on the first of every month. Fifteen hundred dollars each, enough to cover rent, groceries and textbooks without drowning us in student debt. My brother received $3,000 like clockwork every month. I received zero, not a single cent. The first time I worked up the courage to ask mom about it, she bit my head off before I could finish the sentence. Between your father and me, you're getting 15 a month. Where on earth is all that money going, Simon? Are you running some kind of secret slush fund? When I tried, dad, his tone was even colder, dripping with that familiar impatient disgust. Stop playing the broke martyr. Learn to budget your damn life. You're my son. Just like chases. How come he never whines about money? Neither of them believed me. To them, I was either an irresponsible spend thrift who blew through cash like water or a manipulative liar, crying poor for extra pocket change. To stay alive, I took morning classes and spent my nights working three different jobs. By the time Thanksgiving rolled around, my checking account set at four dollars and twelve cents. Desperate, I called mom, my voice cracking through the receiver. Mom, could you please just wire me $75?#revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama #revenge #redditstories #redditreadings