My daughter is ungrateful! I handed her my business, and she has forgotten who helped her rise!
I could title my tale just as Alec Constable did, “Beware, oh Lord, of the blind who can now see.”
Looking back, I realize I’m not alone in this predicament. History shows many examples of children who, given everything on a silver platter, lose appreciation for those who lifted them up.
I harbor no ill will towards my daughter; let her carve her own path.
But I’m done providing her with work and profit now that she thinks there’s no place for me in the business I built.
I handed her a ready-made business
All my life, I worked, built, and developed. I started small, painstakingly climbing to success.
Now I own a chain of hotels and several restaurants. This is the result of many years of hard work, sleepless nights, mistakes, falls, and victories.
When my daughter grew up, I decided to let her in on the business. She was smart and ambitious. I hoped she would carry on my legacy, cherish, and grow what I had started from scratch.
I entrusted one of the restaurants to her. More than that, I gifted her 30% of the company.
I welcomed her into the business.
I gave her clientele, connections, and knowledge.
But the more she received, the less she valued it.
She decided she no longer needed me
Over time, her attitude toward me changed. She began to see herself as the owner not only of the restaurant but of the entire company.
She started interfering with the management of the hotels, making decisions without consulting me.
It got to the point where, if I entered the restaurant for a cup of coffee and some breakfast from the buffet, she would yell:
— You’re eating on my dime!
I was shocked.
— How is it yours? Didn’t I give you this restaurant? Isn’t this part of the business I spent years building?
She would just wave me off.
— It’s my restaurant now. I don’t have to feed you.
I felt I was speaking to a complete stranger, not my daughter.
She allied with tour operators against me
And that wasn’t the end of it.
She found common ground with tour operators, striking deals behind my back.
Only she knew the bank details, and payments went to her directly.
To me…
She would toss me some amounts, saying:
— That should be enough for you.
Enough?
For the one who built this business?
Who invested years, nerves, and energy into it?
I removed her from the company
When the season ended, I couldn’t tolerate it any longer.
I called a meeting.
I took away her rights to 30% of the company.
I regained control.
I ousted her from the business I had handed to her.
She thought I wouldn’t do it.
She thought I would continue to endure.
She was mistaken.
She took me to court… twice!
Then the real battle began.
She filed two lawsuits.
In the first, she demanded half of the business.
In the second, the return of the 30% I once gifted her.
She lost both cases.
Yet instead of learning from this, she chose revenge.
My daughter reported me to the tax authorities!
She filed a report against her own father.
Consequently, I underwent a tax audit for the past five years.
For a year, they didn’t leave me alone.
For a year, I wandered through departments, proving my integrity.
For a year, I watched my own daughter attempt to destroy what was meant to be her inheritance.
I remembered holding her tiny hand, teaching her to walk, wanting the best for her.
And now…
Now she was ready to ruin me just to take more.
Gratitude? Care? Family? Don’t make me laugh
How quickly people forget where they came from.
How swiftly they forget who gave them a chance.
How easily they betray those closest to them.
My daughter forgot who she was.
She believes she accomplished everything on her own.
Well…
Now she truly will go her own way.
Without my support.
Without my business.
Without her inheritance.
I don’t curse her.
But I won’t help her any longer.
Let her learn what it means to build a life from scratch.
Let her understand what it means to have nothing and achieve everything on her own.
And all I can do is repeat:
Beware, oh Lord, of the one who can now see…
