My daughter is ungrateful! I handed her the business, and she’s forgotten who lifted her up!
I could name my story just like Alec Constantine did: “Save us, Lord, from the blind who can suddenly see.”
Looking back, I realize I’m not alone in this situation. History is full of examples where children, handed everything on a silver platter, stopped appreciating those who raised them.
I don’t wish my daughter any harm. Let her go her own way.
But I no longer intend to provide her with work and profit now that she’s decided there’s no place for me in the business I built.
I gave her an established business
All my life, I worked hard, built, and expanded. I started small and achieved success step by step.
Now, I own a chain of hotels and several restaurants. It was the result of many years of hard work, sleepless nights, mistakes, and rises and falls.
When my daughter grew up, I chose to hand over part of the business to her. She was smart and ambitious, and I hoped that she would continue my work, preserving and increasing what I had created from scratch.
I entrusted her with one of the restaurants. Furthermore, I gave her 30% of the company.
I introduced her to the business world.
I passed on clients, connections, and knowledge to her.
But the more she received, the less value it held for her.
She decided she didn’t need me anymore
Over time, her attitude towards me changed. She began to see herself as the owner not only of the restaurant but of the entire company.
She started meddling with hotel management and making decisions without consulting me.
It got to the point where when I went to the restaurant in the morning to grab a cup of coffee and something from the buffet, she would shout:
— You’re eating on my dime!
I was shocked.
— How can you say that? Didn’t I give you this restaurant? Isn’t it part of the business I spent years building?
She would just brush me off.
— It’s my restaurant now. I don’t have to feed you.
I felt like I was hearing a stranger and not my own daughter.
She sided with travel agents against me
But it didn’t end there.
She bonded with travel agents and made deals behind my back.
She was the sole keeper of the bank details, receiving all the payments herself.
And to me…
She handed out some amounts with the words:
— That should be enough.
Enough?
For me, who created this business?
Who spent years, nerves, and energy on it?
I kicked her out of the company
When the season ended, I couldn’t tolerate it any longer.
I called a meeting.
I stripped her of her rights to the 30% of the company.
I took back control.
I expelled her from the business I had once given her.
She thought I wouldn’t do it.
She thought I would endure.
She was wrong.
She took me to court… twice!
This started a real battle.
She filed two lawsuits.
In the first, she demanded half of the business.
In the second, the return of the 30% I had gifted her.
She lost both cases.
But instead of learning from it, she chose to seek revenge.
My daughter reported me to the tax authorities!
She lodged a report against her own father.
As a result, I was slapped with a tax audit covering the past five years.
For a year, I couldn’t find peace.
For a year, I went through legal channels, proving my integrity.
For a year, I watched my own daughter trying to ruin the enterprise that should have been her legacy.
I remembered how I once held her tiny hand in mine, taught her to take her first steps, and wished for her to have the best of everything.
And now…
Now she was willing to destroy me just to have more.
Gratitude? Care? Family? Don’t make me laugh
How easily people forget where they came from.
How quickly they forget who gave them their chance.
How easily they betray those closest to them.
My daughter forgot who she was.
She believes she achieved everything on her own.
Well then…
She will truly walk her own path now.
Without my support.
Without my business.
Without my legacy.
I don’t curse her.
But I won’t help her anymore either.
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 your own.
And all I can do is repeat:
Save us, Lord, from those who suddenly claim to see…
