My daughter is ungrateful! I handed her the business, and she has forgotten who got her there!
I could aptly title my story just like Aleko Konstantinov: “God, protect the blind who suddenly see.”
Looking back, it’s clear I’m not alone in this situation. History knows numerous examples of children who, handed everything on a silver platter, ceased to value those who brought them up.
I wish no ill upon my daughter. Let her walk her own path.
But I will no longer provide her with work and profit since she has decided there’s no place for me in the business I built.
I handed her a ready-made business
My entire life was dedicated to working, building, and growing. I started small, achieved success step by step.
Now I own a chain of hotels and several restaurants. This was the result of many years of hard work, sleepless nights, mistakes, falls, and rises.
When my daughter grew up, I decided to pass on part of the business to her. She was intelligent and ambitious. I hoped she would continue my work, preserving and multiplying what I had created from scratch.
I entrusted her with one of the restaurants. Moreover, I gifted her 30% of the company.
I introduced her to the business.
I passed on the clients, contacts, and knowledge to her.
But the more she received, the less value it held for her.
She decided she no longer needed me
Over time, her attitude towards me changed. She began considering herself the owner of not just the restaurant, but the entire company.
She started interfering with hotel management, making decisions without consulting me.
It reached a point where, when I visited the restaurant in the morning to grab a cup of coffee and some breakfast from the buffet, she would yell:
— You’re eating at my expense!
I was stunned.
— At your expense? Didn’t I give you this restaurant? Isn’t it part of the business I built over the years?
She would simply brush it off.
— It’s my restaurant now. I’m not obligated to feed you.
I felt like I was listening to a stranger, not my daughter.
She joined forces with tour operators against me
But that wasn’t the end.
She found common ground with tour operators, making deals behind my back.
She was the only one with access to bank account details, handling the payments.
And she…
She would allocate small amounts to me, tossing them my way with a remark:
— That’s enough for you.
Enough?
For me, who created this business?
Who spent years, nerves, and energy on it?
I removed her from the company
When the season ended, I couldn’t tolerate it anymore.
I called a meeting.
I stripped her of her rights to 30% of the company.
I regained control.
I ousted her from the business I had willingly given her.
She thought I wouldn’t do it.
She thought I’d endure it.
She was mistaken.
She sued me… twice!
After that, a real war began.
She filed two lawsuits.
In the first, she demanded half the business.
In the second, she wanted the return of the 30% I had once gifted her.
She lost both cases.
But instead of learning from this, she sought revenge.
My daughter reported me to the tax office!
She reported her own father.
As a result, I was subjected to a tax audit for the past five years.
For a year, I had no peace.
For a year, I navigated various agencies, proving my integrity.
For a year, I watched as my own daughter attempted to destroy the work that was meant to be her legacy.
I recalled how I once held her tiny hand in mine, how I taught her to walk, how I wished for her to have the very best.
And now…
She was ready to destroy me just to get more.
Gratitude? Care? Family? Don’t make me laugh
How easily people forget where they came from.
How quickly they forget who gave them a chance.
How easily they betray those closest to them.
My daughter forgot who she was.
She thinks she achieved it all on her own.
Well…
Now, she will truly walk her own path.
Without my support.
Without my business.
Without my inheritance.
I do not curse her.
But I will no longer help her.
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 I can only repeat:
God, protect those who suddenly see…
