My brother mocked my startup as a “little project” at Dad’s birthday—until the truth behind it turned the entire room silent

how long now?”

“Seven years.”

“Eight,” I corrected.

She exchanged a glance with Marcus. The kind that said, poor thing, she still hasn’t figured it out.

“Eight years,” Marcus echoed, shaking his head. “Sarah, at some point, you have to accept that maybe this isn’t your calling. I mean, how many failed startups is this now?”

“Four? Five?”

“Three,” I said.continue reading …