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She Told Me to Quit My Startup — So I Sold It for $3.1 Million | True Story
What do you do when the person you love tells you your dream isn't good enough?
This is the story of how my girlfriend told me to quit my startup and "get a real job" — just weeks before I signed a $3.1 million acquisition deal.
It’s a journey about belief, betrayal, and building something when no one else sees the vision. If you’re an entrepreneur, dreamer, or someone who's ever felt not enough — this one’s for you.
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🎤 Chapters:
0:00 – The Coffee Shop Ultimatum
2:45 – Building the Startup from Nothing
5:10 – Secret Acquisition Talks
7:30 – After the Breakup: The Reveal
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0:00
Hey everyone, I want to share with you a
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story about dreams, doubt, love, and the
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unexpected turns life can take. It's a
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story that started in a coffee shop, but
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ended up teaching me lessons far beyond
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what I ever imagined.
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If you're someone chasing a startup
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dream or just grinding away at something
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you believe in, this might resonate with
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you. So, picture this. I'm 29 years old,
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sitting in one of those trendy coffee
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shops. Think exposed brick walls,
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baristas who spend more time perfecting
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your latte art than actually making your
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drink, and prices that make you question
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why you even bother.
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I'm sipping on an overpriced espresso
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when my girlfriend drops a bombshell
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that completely blindsides me. She looks
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me straight in the eyes and says, "Quit
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your startup." It's embarrassing dating
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someone without a real job. I remember
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the exact moment because the bitter
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taste of the espresso suddenly mixed
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with a bitter sting in my chest.
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I thought I knew what embarrassment felt
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like, but she made me realize I hadn't
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seen anything yet. There I was just
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trying to build something from scratch,
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putting in countless hours and effort,
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and the person closest to me was telling
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me it wasn't enough, that I was
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embarrassing her. She said her friends
1:10
were asking questions. Her co-workers
1:13
all dated guys with real jobs, corner
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offices, steady salaries, company cars,
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the whole nine yards. Her sister's
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husband had just been promoted to
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regional manager and had a shiny new
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BMW, and that was the kind of life she
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expected me to provide. I sat there
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watching her fingers tap away on her
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phone as she told me all this, feeling
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the weight of every word. She said she
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loved me, but she needed stability,
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predictability, someone she could show
1:40
off at parties without having to explain
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what I did for a living. And honestly, I
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didn't have a good answer for her. My
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startup was 3 years in the making.
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bootstrapped from my savings, developing
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AI powered inventory software for small
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businesses. We were growing, but not
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rich. I paid myself just enough to cover
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rent and ramen noodles, reinvesting
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every cent back into the company. She
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knew all of this. She'd seen me grind
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through 18our days, fueled by caffeine
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and sheer determination, working from a
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cramped apartment that felt more like a
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cage than an office. But that afternoon,
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something in her voice told me she was
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done. Done with the struggle. done with
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the uncertainty. She wanted security and
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I couldn't promise it. I told her she
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was right. And the look on her face, the
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surprise, almost relief was almost worth
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the knife twisting in my chest.
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She expected me to fight back, to argue,
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or promise I'd try harder. But instead,
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I agreed. I agreed that maybe my startup
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was going nowhere, that maybe it was
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time to get a real job.
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We finished our overpriced coffee in
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silence and I walked her to her car,
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kissed her goodbye, knowing deep down it
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would be the last time. What she didn't
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know was that for the past 6 weeks I'd
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been deep in talks to sell that very
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startup. The negotiations had started
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when the CEO of a tech company called
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Technova Solutions saw our demo at a
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conference and reached out. They wanted
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to expand their enterprise solutions and
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needed exactly what we'd built. The
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initial offer was so high it felt like a
3:09
dream. But I hadn't told a soul. Not
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even my business partner and best friend
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since college. I'd learned that the
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startup world is a small place, and
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celebrating too early can kill deals
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faster than bad code. We went through
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three rounds of due diligence, financial
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audits, technical reviews. The final
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contracts were sitting with my lawyer,
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waiting for signatures.
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That night, after the coffee shop
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conversation, I called him and told him
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to move forward. If my girlfriend wanted
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me to quit, then I'd quit. Just not in
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the way she imagined. The next morning,
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I signed over my company for $3.1
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million.
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After taxes, legal fees, and splitting
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with my partner, I was looking at enough
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money to buy several BMWs if I wanted
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to. But more importantly, it was proof
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that all those nights spent surviving on
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determination and ramen noodles actually
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meant something. I decided not to tell
4:03
her immediately. Part of me was curious.
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How long would her enthusiasm for my job
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hunting last? She started sending me job
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listings, pushing me to update LinkedIn,
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offering to help me pick out interview
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clothes. The irony was almost too much.
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Then 2 weeks later, she got laid off.
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Budget cuts, nothing personal. She
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called me in tears, talking about the
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instability of corporate life and how
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unfair it felt to lose her job without
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warning. I comforted her, silently,
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noting that my embarrassing startup had
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never laid anyone off. She threw herself
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into job hunting with a ferocity that
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was impressive to watch.
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The same intensity she once used to
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reform my career choices was now focused
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on her own future. Applications,
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networking events, LinkedIn messaging,
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she did it all. Meanwhile, my phone was
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buzzing with calls from head hunters,
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investors, and executives eager to know
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what my next move would be. The same
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Technova executives who'd bought my
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startup were recommending me for
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consulting gigs and board positions.
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But I stayed quiet, playing the
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supportive boyfriend, going to
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networking events with her, watching her
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pitch herself to the kind of corporate
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managers she once wanted me to impress.
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Then 3 months after the acquisition, the
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local business journal called wanting a
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feature on young entrepreneurs who'd
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successfully sold companies in uncertain
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times. I agreed to the interview, but
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asked them not to publish it right away.
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I wanted to handle the personal side
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first. That evening, I cooked dinner and
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opened a bottle of wine I'd been saving
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for a special occasion.
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She thought I was celebrating a job
5:40
offer. Over dessert, I told her
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everything. The acquisition, the $3.1
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million, how I'd kept it a secret while
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she pushed me to quit. The color drained
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from her face. She asked why I hadn't
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told her sooner. I told her I wanted to
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see if she truly believed my startup was
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worthless. Turns out she did.
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The conversation quickly turned heated.
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She accused me of lying by omission, of
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manipulating her into job hunting while
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I was secretly rich. I reminded her that
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she demanded I quit my startup without
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knowing its real prospects. We were both
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right and wrong. Mostly, we were
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incompatible. She moved out the
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following weekend. The Business Journal
6:21
article came out the next Thursday. The
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headline read, "Local entrepreneur sells
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AI startup for $3.1 million plans angel
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investment fund."
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The piece showed me outside Technova's
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headquarters shaking hands with their
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CEO. My phone buzzed non-stop. The first
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call was from her. She'd seen the
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article shared online and wanted to
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talk. She said she made a mistake and
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never doubted my potential, just worried
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about financial stability. She asked if
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we could grab coffee at that same trendy
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spot where she delivered her ultimatum.
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I thanked her but declined. The rest of
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the day was a whirlwind. Reporters
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called for interviews. Investors reached
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out. Old colleagues sent
7:01
congratulations. Even her sister, the
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one married to the BMW driving regional
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manager, called asking if I needed
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marketing consultants. I politely
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declined. I started receiving LinkedIn
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messages from people who had ignored my
7:14
updates for years, but now wanted to
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connect. Networking events that once
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felt like uphill battles now sent VIP
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invites.
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The most interesting call came from one
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of her former co-workers I'd met briefly
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at a company happy hour months ago. She
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said she'd always thought my startup had
7:30
potential and asked if I wanted to grab
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dinner sometime to discuss
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entrepreneurship and innovation. The
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irony wasn't lost on me. On one month
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later, I ran into my ex at the grocery
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store. She looked tired, still job
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hunting, still adjusting to the reality
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that corporate security isn't as secure
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as it seems. We talked. She said she'd
7:49
thought a lot about our coffee shop
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conversation and realized she might have
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been too quick to judge.
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She'd learned a lot about risk and
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reward during her job search and now had
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new respect for entrepreneurs who bet on
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themselves. She asked if we could try
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again, start fresh, maybe build
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something together.
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She'd been thinking about launching her
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own marketing consultancy and thought we
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could be a good team. I told her she'd
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make an excellent entrepreneur, but we'd
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both moved on to different chapters. I
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wished her luck sincerely. As I loaded
8:19
groceries into my car, I reflected on
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how much had changed in 4 months. The
8:25
same person embarrassed to date a
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startup founder was now asking to
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partner with a successful entrepreneur.
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The same relationship that ended over
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financial insecurity was being offered a
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second chance now that money wasn't an
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issue.
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But money changes circumstances, not
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character. Someone who loves you for
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your bank account will find reasons to
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leave regardless. Someone who believes
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in your dreams will stick around even
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when those dreams look impossible.
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6 months after the acquisition, I
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launched an angel investment fund with
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$500,000 of my own money and commitments
8:58
from local investors. Our first
9:00
investment was in a 26-year-old
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logistics startup founder, someone
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bootstrapping while working nights at a
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warehouse.
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Watching him and his supportive
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girlfriend reminded me what I'd truly
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lost. Not just a girlfriend, but a
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partner who believed in shared dreams
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over individual security. My ex launched
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her marketing consultancy around the
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same time. I heard through the grapevine
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she was doing well, landing clients and
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building a reputation for creative
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campaigns.
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She'd started dating another
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entrepreneur, someone who'd sold his
9:30
e-commerce company and was now working
9:31
on his next venture. The irony was sharp
9:34
but not bitter. Today, my fund manages
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nearly $3 million across a dozen
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startups. Some are already thriving,
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others in talks for acquisition. But the
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real success isn't in the numbers. It's
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in the relationships built and the
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understanding that true partnership
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means believing in someone's potential,
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even when it's not immediately
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profitable. That coffee shop where it
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all began is still my spot. Not for
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drama, but for meeting founders still in
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the trenches. Ramen noodles, long
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nights, and all. Sometimes I see couples
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there caught in their own versions of
10:09
safety versus support. I hope they
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choose support because the most
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embarrassing thing isn't dating someone
10:15
without a traditional job. It's giving
10:18
up on someone's dreams just before they
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come true. Valuing outside opinions more
10:22
than your partner's potential. That $3.1
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million was great, but the clarity about
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what truly matters, priceless.
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If you're out there chasing your dream,
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hold on tight. Not just for the money or
10:35
success, but for the people who believe
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in you when no one else does. Thanks for
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listening. If this story hit home for
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you, share it with someone who needs to
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hear it. And remember, keep believing,
10:48
keep building, and don't ever let anyone
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make you feel embarrassed for chasing
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your dreams.
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