I Earn More Than My Parents But They Take Everything

I Earn More Than My Parents But They Take Everything


Hello everyone, my name is Gillian. I’m 16 and I was able to turn my hobby into
a very profitable job that made me a lot of money. But life didn’t get any easier, because I
got in trouble when my parents found out about it. First, I have to say that I didn’t live with
my biological parents. It’s actually my aunt and uncle. They were appointed as my guardians after
social services pulled me out of the hell that used to be my home. From that moment, I moved to another city
and lived with my guardians for 5 years. You know, if I knew what kind of people they
were, I probably would have rather stayed in that hell. But I was 11 years old, and I had no choice. So I moved into this house, and things got
even worse. My aunt and uncle already had a large family,
and they had absolutely no space for me. I swear to you, they put me in the closet,
because the other rooms were occupied by their children. I lived in this closet like Harry Potter. Only, I knew that there was no such thing
as a miracle, and the owl wouldn`t bring me the invitation to study at Hogwarts. I always got the worst version of everything
my cousins had. I was given my older sister’s worn-out clothes,
the toys I had were usually already broken by my younger brothers, and of course my “guardians”
didn`t want to spend any money for simple things like a normal phone, so I couldn’t
even text my friends from school. Of course, I was always scolded for the slightest
offense, and they always referred to my mother, who they regarded as a spoiled and terrible
person. I always hated to hear that, because I loved
my mother and missed her very much, despite what had happened in our family. My mother was a good woman, and she didn’t
deserve to be treated like that. You might think, “Then why am I living with
guardians?” OK, I’ll tell you everything. Until I was 11, I lived with my birth parents. But, as you know, I ended up at my aunt`s
house, where nobody wanted me. So something bad did happen. My dad was an intern at a company that works
overseas, and he went away for a few months. After he came back, our happy family started
falling apart. I think he found another woman, and he just
wanted to get away from us. So my parents divorced, my father left, and
it was just me and my mom. My mother was sad for a long time because
of the divorce. At one point, she had a boyfriend, and I thought
that soon everything would be fine, but I was wrong. Damn Bill. He began to have a bad influence on my mother. And from that moment on, everything went to
hell. At first they started hanging out somewhere
until late, and my mother began to be late for work all the time. She began to treat her work negligently, and
soon she was fired. Mom and her boyfriend were pulling out all
the stops, and mom became a completely different person. She was nervous and irritable. She clearly had a drinking problem and lost
control of herself. She even showed up drunk at a parent meeting
at my school. My teacher noticed this and wanted to talk
to her, but my mother started swearing and insulting the teacher. It was a huge mistake. The teacher called social services and inspectors
came to our house. They saw the mess, and they knew what was
going on. Then my mother was deprived of her parental
rights, and here I was. But I still loved her, and I didn’t think
it was her fault. It was Bill who turned my mom into an alcoholic. So all I had left was to just miss her, and
occasionally chat on the phone with her, with my aunt’s permission. I tried to get rid of my boredom by doing
what I loved — embroidering with beads. My mom taught me how to do it and it was my
only hobby. On the weekends, I just sat in my closet and
embroidered all day. But one day, I had a cool idea. I decided to create not just abstract patterns,
but some pictures. At first I practiced on portraits of celebrities,
and tried to repeat the famous paintings, like the Mona Lisa. And I was pretty good at it. One day a friend of mine suggested that I
start selling these pictures. I thought, “Why not?” Then we went to a flea market and put my paintings
up for sale. And it was a success! People were interested not only in the fact
that these pictures were beautiful, but also in the fact that they were made by a 12-year-old
girl. I sold small pieces for 20 bucks, and I was
really glad that people liked them. But then I had another brilliant idea. I decided to embroider beaded portraits of
people, like made to order. Adults liked this kind of thing, so I set
up this mini-business. They would give me a picture, and a couple
of months later I would sell them embroidery. And I could sell a portrait like that for
200 bucks, no less! I had a lot of orders. I spent all day embroidering, doing what I
liked, only now I was getting paid for it. My life improved. I could afford to buy clothes I liked and
not depend so much on my guardians. But life couldn’t be that perfect. When I bought a new phone, my aunt noticed
it, and started asking a lot of questions. Soon she went from words to actions, and my
guardians made me give them half of everything I earned. They said that at my age, I still didn`t know
how to manage money properly, and that they would give me money for the right things that
I may need. There wasn’t a shred of truth to what they
said. Even when I asked for money for the right
things, like a laptop that I really needed for school, they refused, and said that it
was nonsense. And when, a couple of months later, I was
still able to buy it with the money I had saved, they got even meaner. They began to take all the money that I received,
from the sale of the portraits, away from me. I tried to hide the money from them, but I
couldn’t. One day I came home, and I saw that my room
was a mess. I realized that someone had been rummaging
through my things, looking for something. And I was right. My box where I kept the money had disappeared. Obviously my guardians did it. I tried to make a scene, but they yelled at
me and accused me of lying to them. That was nonsense. They stole my money, and made me feel guilty
about it. It wasn’t fair! They just saw an opportunity to steal from
me, and they took it. And they didn’t even feel guilty about it! My uncle even said it was some sort of rent. Those bastards! Rent for my little cubbyhole? At that moment I began to hate them with all
of my heart. That was their real identity. They pretended to be the heroes who sheltered
a poor girl, but really, they were just using me! But then something happened, and I realized
that I could change my life, and be free of these evil tyrants. My mom got in touch with me. She said she wanted to start a new life. She had undergone treatment in rehab, and
had completely given up alcohol. She was clean, and she wanted her life back. My mother wanted to come to me, and I had
to help her. I was old enough to know that she wasn’t going
to get her parental rights back that easily. She would have to prove her stability. It means she had to have a place to live,
a job, and that she couldn’t have the bad habits that caused her to lose me. So I decided to make some money and go back
to my mom. But it was not that easy to deceive my guardians. I had to come up with a plan to get back everything
they took from me. I decided to lie to my guardians about needing
money for a school trip, and I said it was important because then I could get an A in
history. My aunt agreed, and said she would bring the
money in a minute, and then she went into the bedroom. That’s all I needed. So I figured out that they kept the money
in their bedroom. I spent two months completely dedicated to
work. I didn’t have time for friends or breaks. I understood that I really needed money, and
did everything to earn it. I slept for four hours a night because I spent
the night working. For two months of this work, I earned almost
as much as I did the whole last year! Of course, all this money was taken away from
me, but I already had a plan for how to get it back. Soon I received a message that my mother would
arrive the next day. And in the morning, when I was supposed to
be at school and my guardians were at work, I went back home, went into their bedroom,
and turned it upside down in search of their stash. I found a thick envelope in their closet. I remembered the approximate amount of money
they took from me, and I got it back. I don’t want to brag, but it was a pretty
decent amount. Then I went into my closet, and quickly grabbed
all the necessary stuff. I had to run away, because I wouldn’t be welcome
in this house after what I had done. Then I ran to meet my mom. I hadn’t seen her in five years, and I missed
her so much. I can’t tell you how I felt when I finally
got to hug her. I didn’t care what happened in our family
before. I was glad we were back together. But the difficulties weren’t over yet. When my guardians got home and saw the mess
in their bedroom, they started calling me and threatening me. But the thing is, I didn’t steal anything
from them. I just took back what was mine. They were the thieves, and I gave them an
ultimatum. They had to leave me alone, or I would have
told everything to the police and social services. What they were doing was illegal, and they
would have been punished. I know that there are still difficulties ahead. The money I had saved is only enough to rent
an apartment for a couple of months. During this time, my mother needs to find
a job and prove her stability to social services. My mother has really changed, and she is very
sorry for all the events that happened five years ago. I believe in her, and I believe we’re gonna
be okay. We can get through all the challenges together
because we are family and we love each other. Thanks for staying till the end, guys. Have you had confrontations with your parents
about money? Tell us about your experience in the comments. And also don’t forget to share this video
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100 thoughts on “I Earn More Than My Parents But They Take Everything

  1. You definitely had the right to take that money back because you earned it not them and they stole from you and you also did the right thing by telling them off like that because it was wrong at them to threaten you to take back the money you earned and you are right what they were doing was illegal so for right now keep doing your hobby and I'm sure you'll get a lot more money out of it but for now just keep being there for your mom I'm sure everything will you can do better for you in due time

  2. I don’t mean to sound like an on their side but legally they can take the things you have earned until your 18

  3. My mama's cooking later that I never knew that later I find out you're cheating on my dad punched my mama and she left him I don't know who to blame

  4. my story is I make 0 dollars and I wish I could do anything to clean houses! example idk clean houses,idk… but I only have 0 dollars not even 10 cents.. and I barely ever get something I only have 2 pairs of clothes and one pair of shoes and then a phone and then food and shower and a bed thats it.. I know my parents try tho..

  5. Well you can still help your mom by doing your hobby and earn money from it. I know that wont be enough but thats still help.

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