Predestination in social class?

 I have friends all over the world, I'm probably not a very sociable person there is but I do have some people who are close to me, one of them is my best friend whom I've never seen in real life since we met online. But I'm a child of two immigrants, who was born in country A, raised in country B, and as adult, I decided to go back to country A for personal reasons (grandparents and family members). During my life I have observed a lot and one of the things was the difference between social structures based on wealth. My parents worked very hard and did their best (well, mostly my mom) to give me the best future but now as I look back, it wasn't really possible to achieve. I went to the best school in the city along with the rich kids, it did cost my parents a lot of money and me... My mental health. It didn't matter to anyone that I was smart and on top of my class in my previous school. I was bullied by the kids AND some of the teachers (including the vice principal), now I see they only saw in me a poor kid who could barely afford the books, they had no idea what was I actually doing there. The only teacher who loved me, was my art teacher and she is the reason why my life now is so filled with beauty of paintings and other diy projects. Thanks to her I decided to ditch this nasty place and actually went to art school, best two years of my life. I did have a tiny pack of friends there but now that I think about it, they were sticking around probably because they were pitying me. They were very nice and sweet but... From a whole different world. And this is exactly what one of these girls said to my friend whom I consider a brother when she dumped him "we're from different worlds". Now, as I'm older, I went on Facebook and checked all the kids from the fancy school. They're doing more than great. None of us, poor kids, will ever be able to have their lives. Even though we did finish school, get our diplomas from universities (not all of us but some just had to go to work to survive). And I wondered why? Well, here's the answer : we had no chance from the start. No matter what schools we went to, we came from different homes. Homes where our parents busted their asses just to pay the bills and feed us. They were very loving but tired, arguing with each other, it ended up in several divorces. They did their best to give us the best childhoods possible but we always knew we were poor. Kids just know it. They sense it. It doesn't make them actually that unhappy, but it triggers some unconscious responses inside, like not always talking about their needs or feelings, feeling inferior to the kids at school, low self-esteem, inability to believe in themselves. A wealthy, calm household was exactly what those rich kids had and made them succeed. They knew their worth and made well in their lives. It doesn't mean the poorer kids were less talented, they just didn't have the same support which resulted in mental health issues.

Now, I am still in touch with my "brothers", the poorer kids, who are so full of love, kindness and compassion, that it melts my heart like cheese on a pizza. One of the rich girls actually tried to be friends with us, then became my brother's girlfriend and ditched him in a nasty manner. But we just talked about her today and realized that she hung up with us mostly because we were interesting to her the way like you observe animals in the zoo. And this is something we do not accept. Because if we let you in our inner circle, we love you. Do not use our love and kindness just because you're curious if we are as savage as we seem to be. We are just regular people, with families, jobs, we're just not living in a huge house and don't have sheep as pets (yes, one of the girls got a sheep as a pet from her daddy just because she said they're cute and fluffy!).

I dated several people in my lifetime and one thing I can say, is I am unable to date rich boys. Those people have no understanding whatsoever of trauma and defense mechanisms we developed during our lifetime. And they don't even want to try to understand, once they see you're not that easy-going, they sail away! Well, good riddance then. The poor kids stick together and we help each other. Now we know who to value and will always support each other.