I Resented My Stepdad for Being a Cleaner

From: Nancy
Subject: Am I wrong for feeling like my stepdad wasted my college fund, even though he saved it?

Summary: Growing up, I was embarrassed by my stepdad Rob’s job as a cleaner. His small salary barely kept us afloat, so I quietly gave up my dream of college, thinking it wasn’t possible.

Years later, at 23, I was working full-time and feeling unfulfilled when Rob handed me a folder that changed everything. Inside was a $50,000 college fund he’d been saving since I was a child. I was overwhelmed and grateful, but resentment crept in. I had given up on my dreams, not knowing he was quietly preparing for my future. Now, I’m struggling to reconcile my feelings—am I wrong for feeling like this?

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