My Aunt Refused to Lend Me Money for My Business, but I Still Got What I Wanted

When I was just an average worker, slogging away like everyone else for a measly wage, every single one of my relatives seemed to love me. They invited me to every family gathering, looked out for me whenever I needed help.

I eventually grew tired of that life and made up my mind to build my own business from scratch. But I had little money to start with. My parents had passed away in a car accident when I was only nineteen.

My aunt had married a wealthy man, so I thought perhaps she could give me a hand. Unfortunately, I was mistaken.

She insisted that starting a business was just too risky, so she refused to invest any of her money. Honestly, I couldnt really blame her in her position, Id probably have done the same. Her choice, after all, and I accepted that; I never felt slighted. The bank was out of the question the interest on loans is extortionate in England, and I couldnt dream of affording it. So, I started scrimping on absolutely everything even food hunting for extra work and saving every pound to put toward my own business.

After a while, my thoughts became clearer. I knew exactly the sort of business I wanted to set up, what I needed for it, how much money was required I had a solid plan for getting it off the ground. I was determined not to back down. This had been my dream since childhood, and now, at last, I saw a glimmer of opportunity. Admittedly, my aunts jokes stung a bit. Every time I turned up somewhere, shed laugh and shout out:

Oh, look out, heres the big businessman himself. What an honour sitting down with us humble folk!

Despite all that, when I finally managed to open my own agency, all my relatives especially that aunt suddenly pulled away. Still, I wasnt discouraged. In fact, Id never felt more motivated. Within a year and a half, Id opened several branches throughout our city.

Then my aunt called. Her son was about to head off to university, and she needed help with some money and a place for him to stay. By this point, she was divorced and hadnt been able to find even a basic job, so she remembered I existed.

I refused to help, calmly and without guilt. My plans were already in motion to branch out into other cities, and that required significant investment; helping her son just didnt make the list of priorities. After my refusal, she dropped contact with me completely not that shed really kept in touch before.

Now, my branches are up and running. Business is booming day by day. My aunts son still leans heavily on his mother; none of the other relatives want anything to do with him or are prepared to help my aunt pushed them all away back in the day.