I asked for a few hundred dollars like twice because I didn’t have money to feed myself, when I was like 21. I wouldn’t think of such a thing as an ongoing arrangement and i felt guilty as hell.

Whereas, I think being poor made me unable to handle my finances because I didn’t know what it was like to have money. Even now, there are things I simply don’t understand or consider because they weren’t a part of my life growing up at all.

Indeed, even my own family members (cousins the same age) compare themselves to me and feel superior. They were able to save to buy a house by their late twenties because their parents paid for them. I was working two jobs in college to pay the bills and have been self sufficient since I was 20, so now at 34 I am…

I think that’s a good idea. Even if you could provide everything for your children, you probably shouldn’t, since working a job is a pretty important skill. You learn how to show up for work on time, how to follow orders from a manager, how not to fuck things up, and how to support yourself.

I’d hardly call it an embarrassment of riches. I’m in the middle of the middle class. Other than that, yes, there will for sure be comments on this article attacking people like me, so calm down.

Because my siblings and I shouldn’t inherent anything from my parents? All the family keepsakes, their house, their cars should get sold off because taxes?

I’m currently 33 and am completely independent save the $50 birthday check I get each year. At least I thought I was, until a few days ago when my father suggested kicking me off the family cell phone plan and I reacted as though he had asked me to sell my kidney.

Being a lower middle class white millennial from a town in a county that ranks in the top 50 of wealthiest counties in America and seeing the shit my Facebook “friends” get away with drives me to madness. The jobless 20 something living out of mommy and daddies basement has no idea what a #struggle is.

It’s true, I’ll freely admit that. I coasted through two years of art school on my parent’s dime. I bought a house at 22, and part of my closing costs were paid for by my parents. I quit a horrible fucking job at 26 and was able to cash out a CD that had been taken out for me by my grandmother to get through the…