My Father Was Bragging about Paying for My College When He Did Not Give a Cent, So I Gave Him a Reality Check
When my father stood up at my graduation party and bragged for the millionth time about paying for my college education, I couldn't stay quiet. It was time to set the record straight, and what I revealed left everyone in the room speechless.
A few years ago, I graduated from college. It was a milestone I worked my butt off to reach, and my dad, Hugo, made sure that journey was even harder than it had to be.
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But what's even worse, he lied to make himself look great and took credit for all my sacrifices… until I decided to reveal the truth.
Let's go back to the beginning. My dad was the kind of parent who treated my report cards like they were stock market updates. If I got an A-, he'd hit me with, "What happened to the other two percent?"
He'd tell anyone who'd listen that I was a "little genius" thanks to his guidance, but at home, he tore apart everything I did and didn't try to help me in the slightest.
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Back then, I was extremely jealous of my cousin Fred, who lived a couple of streets over. He was living the life. His parents, Aunt Florence and Uncle Joe, actually supported his passions.
Fred liked to call himself "laid-back," but he always got good grades. He even got accepted into one of the hardest engineering programs in the country.
Meanwhile, I was only allowed to study during my pre-teen and teenage years and ended up with a severe fear of failure. For example, having to explain to my dad why I didn't get accepted into an Ivy League school almost ended me. I was so panicked.
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He screamed and ranted like never before that day. I think that's when the switch flipped for me. This wasn't normal. Fred got to do what he wanted and thrived.
So, I decided then and there that I'd find a way out. It wouldn't be easy, but I'd rather struggle than let my father control me forever.
***
Senior year came, and I had to pick between the colleges that had accepted me. This decision depended in large part on whether my dad was helping me financially.
One night, I went to his study, the most intimidating room in the house, and asked if he was going to help me with tuition.
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I remember that he leaned back in his chair and smirked.
"Of course, Jenna, but there are conditions."
He enumerated them smugly like he knew I couldn't say no. "I'll be choosing your major. No parties. I want monthly updates on your grades and access to your school's online portal. Oh, and no dating until after graduation."
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I stared at him, dumbfounded. "Dad, that's not support. That's control."
"Well, if you want my money, you follow my rules," he said, shrugging like it was the most reasonable thing in the world.
I walked out of that room feeling crushed but also determined. I wasn't going to give him that power. So, I got creative. I chose the most sensible program, got a partial scholarship, and organized everything else.
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When I told my father I didn't need his help, he just laughed. "We'll see how long that lasts."
Spoiler alert: It lasted. But I wasn't done with him.
***
Let's move forward around two years. At the time, I was juggling classes, late shifts at a diner, where I worked part-time, and studying in laundromats. It was quieter than my dorm.
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Despite how tired I felt all the time, I was accomplishing so much. I still worried about my grades, but it was an entirely different experience from my childhood.
I had built this on my own. But my father tried to rewrite history.
Uncle Joe and Aunt Florence had hosted a barbecue for Fred's college graduation. I rarely attended family events, but I loved my cousin, so I went.
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Dad was there, and he barely said hello. But later, he turned on his charm for our other relatives.
"You wouldn't believe the sacrifices I've made for Jenna's education," he proudly told anyone who would listen. "But, of course, she's worth it."
I choked on my soda. No one else at the party knew the truth, and I wasn't sure this was the place to reveal it.
My dad kept going, though. "She's got such a bright future ahead, thanks to her old man."
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I walked away and stayed quiet the rest of the night. Confronting him right there would've caused a scene, and that wasn't fair to Fred.
My job was to focus on my studies, but I knew one day I'd have my chance to call him out.
***
Two more years passed, and that chance came. My grandmother decided to throw me a graduation party. She went all out and invited the entire family.
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This party was about me and my achievements, but of course, my dad had different plans. A mini stage was set up in my grandmother's backyard, with a sound system, a projector, and a white screen.
Grandma said she had a video prepared for me. But my dad hijacked the microphone before she could play it.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, smiling like a politician. "Today, we celebrate Jenna's incredible achievement. But let's not forget the sacrifices that made this possible. I mean, my sacrifices."
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He went on to list all the ways he supposedly helped me. He said he had coached me while I wrote my college applications. No. He even told everyone he'd dipped into his retirement fund for my tuition. Again, I paid for EVERY SINGLE THING I NEEDED.
Then, he went back in time and said he had been the kind of father to tutor me in math "patiently" and taught me how to ride a bike. I admit it was an astonishing performance, and most of my family bought it.
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But I'd had enough. I couldn't let him keep this lie going for the rest of our lives.
When he finally let go of the microphone, and the music came back on, I rushed to stop it. It was my turn to say something. I placed a USB in the projector and grabbed the mic.
"Hey, everyone!" I started. "Thank you all for coming to this party. Thank you, Grandma, for doing this for me, but it's time to clear up something."
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My voice was calm, but inside, I was boiling. I grabbed the projector remote and clicked a button. A slideshow appeared on the screen. It was something I had prepared but hadn't decided to use until my father's lies got worse and more dramatic.
The first slide was a picture of me in my diner uniform. "This," I said, pointing, "is how I REALLY paid for college."
Immediate "ohs" and "no ways" came from my relatives.
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And I didn't stop. Slide after slide, I showed my late-night shifts, bank statements, my college pay stubs, and the student loan statement that made my stomach churn every time I saw it.
"Not a single penny of my education came from my father," I said, locking eyes with the shameless man who was now red-faced in the middle of the crowd. "Sorry for this, but I couldn't let the lies go on. Thank you for coming. Enjoy the party!"
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The room was silent as I stepped off the mini-stage until my Grandma started clapping. Soon, everyone joined in. Except my dad, of course. He stormed out, furious. The thing was… I wasn't afraid of his reaction anymore.
***
After the party, things were...complicated.
My family rallied around me, especially Grandma, Uncle Joe, Aunt Florence, and Fred, who showered me with support and apologies for not seeing through Dad's lies sooner and calling him out.
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Surprisingly, the man in question called me a few days later. I was expecting a big blowout on the phone, and I was prepared to finally give him one back. But his voice was quiet and sad.
"Jenna, I'm sorry. I don't know why I lied," he said, breathing heavily. "I think when you left, I realized how royally I'd messed up our relationship. I wanted to feel like other proud dads, and instead of doing something to become one, I lied. Is there any way we can start over?"
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My mouth did its best impersonation of a fish out of water, even though he couldn't see me. He apologized again, and my shock was so big that I agreed to give him a chance.
I didn't forgive him right away, though. But the difference was immediate. He was genuinely trying to be that proud dad he had mentioned on the phone. He even offered to help pay my loans, no strings attached.
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I declined, but the thought was nice. Thus, our new normal began.
Years later, I gave birth to my first child, a little girl who'll never know what it's like to feel unsupported or pressured to the point of fear.
When Dad visited me in the hospital, he handed me a small box. Inside was a locket with my baby's birthstone. "For my granddaughter," he said simply. I'll be honest. He's the best grandpa in the world to my two kids now.
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Our father-daughter relationship will always be a little frosty, even after forgiving him and seeing how different he is now. But I'm glad my children get to have this changed man in their lives.
We can't rewrite the past, but the future can be bright and joyful if we learn from our mistakes.
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Here's another story: I'll never forget the night my father missed my birthday dinner. Not because it was some grand affair, but because of what he chose to do instead. It was like watching the last thread of our bond snap and realizing he didn't even notice.
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