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My Classic Car Collection Became a Family Battlefield, and I Had to Draw Financial Boundaries
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My mother worried about whether I’d be “happy” in a male-heavy field, but what she really meant was whether I’d still be “marriage material,” as if my future depended on being chosen by someone.
So I helped myself.
I took out loans. I worked two jobs. I waited tables and tutored. I carried a full course load and slept whenever I could steal an hour. I learned to write code in the kind of exhaustion that makes your eyes burn, fueled by cheap coffee and stubborn determination.
I was not trying to prove them wrong. I was trying to prove myself right.
Becoming a Self-Made Entrepreneur
After graduation, I joined a small tech startup. The pay was modest and the hours were demanding, but I learned quickly. Software development. Operations. Product planning. Everything that makes a business run.
