After years of being groomed in his stepfather’s construction company, Sheldon is discarded when David, his stepbrother returns. Instead of retaliating, Sheldon walks out gracefully, only to be head-hunted by a rival company. But a few months in, his stepfather calls him, desperate… You know things sometimes come full circle? Well, that’s been the story of my life. I’ve been working at my dad’s construction company since I was 15. At first, it was simple tasks like filing and cleaning out his office, and then more responsibility was placed onto my shoulders as I got through school. And this wasn’t because I wanted to, but because I had to. My dad, or technically my stepdad, didn’t let anyone skate by for free. He had one rule and he swore by it. If I wanted to live in his house,
I had to earn my keep. “It is what it is, Sheldon. Take it or leave it,” he said. Obviously, I had no choice but to take it. Where else was I going to go? He married my mom when I was 10, and from then on, he always said that I was his “responsibility.” It never felt that way, because when I turned 16, I had to pay rent, which meant that I had to work at his company after school and work at the local ice cream place during weekends. But it was fine, I didn’t complain once. I figured that it was all part of his version of tough love. Over time, I worked my way up in the company. When I graduated from high school, my stepdad gave me no choice but to join the company full-time. “Sorry, Sheldon,” he said one evening over dinner
“But there’s no room for you to go to college or whatever. Now that you have the time and capacity, you need to join the company properly.” “That’s fine with me,” I said, feeling an odd sense of contentment. To me, it felt like my stepdad wanted me there, and that was a big deal. So, I started with the dirty jobs. I cleaned up sites, hauled materials until my muscles were defined, and just did whatever needed to be done. I worked hard, wanting to take pride in the company; it was a family legacy after all. And by my mid-20s, I was foreman. I thought I had proven myself, not just as an employee, but as his son, too. Then everything changed.
