I had just graduated high school in the August, 2008. I needed to make money. I had just graduated high school and wanted to pay off college, as my dad did not offer to pay for any of it. Keep in mind, he helped my brother with his college tuition, gave him a weekly allowance, and even paid for his cell phone for. I had a minimum wage job, but it wasn't enough. I decided to get into internet marketing because I figured I could combine my basic knowledge of HTML and PHP with business, to create a profitable operation. I did what seems like thousands of hours of research in the summer of 2008. Day and night I sat on the computer learning to 'make money online.' In September of '08 I decided to give it a go and launch a few small projects in different areas of internet marketing, and see where the most money is and go from there. All this while, my family consisting of my dad and brother are doubting me. They were so negative because I quit my full-time, low paying job in order to focus on college and my online venture. I can cite that my brother laughing at me and saying, "You're an idiot, get a real job." and my dad saying, "You should just focus on school, and this internet thing is stupid." At first they were right. I failed alot. However, the projects were small and therefore required very little capital. I seen hope in one of my projects, which was a site that promoted certain products through affiliate links, in simplest terms. For the next month I focused solely on this project. I got my big break because Christmas was right around the corner, and Google was very generous to my website. I received my first big check for about $1,500 and decided to promote other products using the same technique. I seene major, major success. By May of 2009, I had a very high, and stable income. I did not brag, but I did let it be known that I was making a sizable income online. This is when they both were now interested in how to 'make money online.' They knew nothing about HTML, PHP or how AdWords and Adsense worked, or how to set up a domain and hosting. By April 2009, The deal was is that I would give them a start and teach, keyword teach, them how to code a site, dealing with domains, hosting and how to research what products to focus on and how to set up advertisements to get traffic to the website. In summary, I alone set the domain, hosting and website up, along with myself doing the product research and finding a suitable advertisement campaign. I was a little weary, but what was I expecting? I shouldn't have expected them to know how to do any of that stuff. I realized I was a bit naive but I told myself that it didn't matter because as per the agreement I would get a 33% share of the revenue anyway. The first check for them came in the mail. A week after they cashed it I figured I would get my share sometime soon, but it never happened. I figured it was only going to be about $75 for me anyway, so they would just tack it on to the next payments which were much bigger. Boy was I wrong. The monthly payments started to become thousands of dollars for them and I never recieved a penny. I was still making alot more money then them, so I brushed it off for a few months until I ran into a rough spot and could have used some cash. So, one day I casually brought up the question, "So, when am I going to get my cut?" They looked like deer in front of head lights at night. But so did I after their response. They responded with, "What money? You set it up for us to make money. You already have your own way of making money, this way is ours." I was in shock. Never have I ever felt so betrayed. I counter argued with what the original agreement was, and also how they had not done a single minute of work on their project. I don't know if it was because they seen me as vulnerable because they could tell I was in shock, or if they had nothing else logical to say, but they both argued, "You are greedy, all you care about is money." At that point, I was in such shock that I couldn't talk, or even think to argue. The arguement eventually died down, but the tension did not. With them thinking I'm just "okay" with evreything, every time a check comes in, they seem to love to discuss how much its for. It's also notable that within a few hours after the arguement, my dad and brother changed the password to the affiliate account. Early-mid 2010 hits. Ironically, my dad and brother run into a tough spot, like I was one year before. The only difference is that they had the cash, but had no clue how to set up a promotional campaign. Everything, from how to create a new page with affiliate links, to researching the audience to advertise to, they had no clue how to do. They came to me at first asking politely to 'help' set them up a campaign, and I politely declined. What I really wanted to say was go fuck yourself. As I was politely declining, citing that my share of the revenue was not being paid so I would not continue to help them. Again, I died a little bit more inside after they argued, "All you are is greedy. All you care about is yourself. Help your family out." I don't know if it was guilt, low self-esteem or the fact that over the years I was taught that 'family is everything,' but for some fucking reason I 'helped' them get another campaign going. Again, I did all the coding, all the research and set everything up for them. I don't know why I helped them because the checks started rolling in again, and everything that I had loathed about them before I had just helped perpetuate, again. It's 2011. Collectively over two years they have had a combind income of just over $100,000. My brother has now bought his own house, and a new snowmobile. And my dad has also bought a new snowmobile, and a brand new Ford F350. All with the money I've pretty much given them. Even though I'm making more than that, it still pisses me off to no end because to this day my dad and brother havent offered to pay for things like my college, rent, or even my cell phone bill. It's not even that I would accept it, but the feeling of appreciation by offering. The worst part of it is, is that I've never even heard a simple thank you. Just this morning I held the door open at the gas station and she said thank you. I realized that I've got more appreciation from an old lady by holding the door, than by giving my family $100,000.