Not His Son Not Your Money

Summary

The day after I graduated from college, my father threw me out of the house. He made the announcement in the family chat thread.

"I didn't raise him all these years just so he could be a deadbeat mooching off me."

"Two hundred dollars is more than enough to get him started until he finds a job."

"If he can't make something of himself, I won't call him my son."

The likes and agreements from relatives poured in immediately.

To pay off my student loans, I was forced to rent the cheapest room available and take on the toughest, most exhausting jobs, often juggling three shifts a day.