After I dropped out I told my parents. I didn't realize how bad this effected them till years later. I guess it devastated them. What I can say, that they never really forgave me for leaving school, and it had far reaching implications for the rest of my life, up until today. When I left school, I was 19, young and just living my life. NOTHING I did in my life, I did to intentionally hurt any of my family members. They took it all personally though and it has been difficult to say the least.
The summer was upon me, and I went back home for the summer, to get a job, to save up money to go back in the fall and live in my new house. First my father wanted me to go to work with him, travelling around New York City with his coat business. I only lasted two days as he wanted to make me over, into a fashion model, to model the coats he sold. Although I still know this was unrealistic of him, I still wish I had been able to spend that summer with him. As a young 19 year old, it didn't seem cool to spend the summer working with my dad. Now, I know I missed out on alot of special memories.
So, I ended up getting a very boring job, working on an assemby line at a pimple cream factory, near my house. Need I say more?????
So, I spent the summer working, living at my parents, saving money. At the end of the summer, I went back up to my new house and new life. When I was leaving my father told me he was done helping me, I was on my own and not to ask for any help. He meant it, and I was on my own. I never received anymore help from my parents. I was 19 years old.
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