The Eight Hundred Dollar Daughter Trap

Summary

My mother is a titan of industry, a permanent fixture on the Forbes list, and a ghost in my actual life.

My father was the "supportive" one, the man who stayed behind to raise me while she conquered the world. He always told me she looked down on us—that to her, we were just "small-town trash." He claimed she only sent eight hundred dollars a month for our living expenses, calling us "stray dogs that could never be fed enough."

I hated her with every fiber of my being for that.