RICH DAD, POOR SON

I know by the title you know what it means to have two sides of a story. I grew up on the best childhood a child could ever ask for. With that being said I wouldn't say we're rich as a family. We were more blessed than rich.

I would travel the world at a pretty young age I would also very much have all the latest PlayStation and smart phones at the time.

Despite coming from such a promised life style. I have realised that my childhood affluence set me up for disaster getting older.

Now being an adult, living alone and being independent is quite a challenge being a "spoilt" child especially being a first born. I got the new toys first never a second hand present.

I also as a teenager began blaming and projecting my distraught beliefs on my family. What can I say? I deserved the best.

And I deserved everything I ever wanted.

I became quite obnoxious to the point I was now aggressive not physically but verbally. They say spare the rod and spoil the child. This 100% true.

However, adulting has humbled me, paying bills, minimum wage and the on and off relationships. I can say being independent is not easy but a lifetime experience.