My daughter is ungrateful! I handed her the business, yet she’s forgotten who helped her rise!
I could title my story much like Aleko Konstantinov’s “Beware, God, if a Blind Man Gains Sight.”
Looking back, I realize I’m not the only one in this predicament. History is full of examples where children, receiving everything on a silver platter, stopped appreciating those who helped them succeed.
I don’t wish ill upon my daughter. Let her follow her own path.
However, I no longer intend to provide her with a job and profit, now that she’s decided there’s no room for me in the business I built.
I handed her a ready-made business
I worked my whole life, building and growing it. I started small, achieving success step by step.
Now I have a chain of hotels and a few restaurants. This was the result of many years of hard work, sleepless nights, mistakes, downs, and ups.
When my daughter grew up, I decided to pass on a part of the business to her. She was intelligent and ambitious. I hoped she’d carry on my legacy and grow what I started from scratch.
I entrusted her with one of the restaurants. More than that, I gave her 30% of the company.
I introduced her to the business.
I shared clients, contacts, and knowledge with her.
But the more she received, the less she valued it.
She decided she no longer needed me
Over time, her attitude towards me changed. She began to see herself as the owner not just of the restaurant, but the entire company.
She started interfering in the management of hotels, making decisions without my knowledge.
It got to the point where, when I entered the restaurant in the morning for a cup of coffee and some food from the buffet, she’d shout:
— You’re eating at my expense!
I was in shock.
— At your expense? Didn’t I give you this restaurant? Isn’t this part of the business I built over the years?
She simply brushed it off.
— It’s my restaurant now. I don’t have to feed you.
It felt like I was listening to a stranger, not my own daughter.
She partnered with tour operators against me
But that wasn’t the end.
She found common ground with tour operators and made deals behind my back.
She was the only one who knew the bank details, the one receiving payments.
And for me…
She’d allocate some amounts and toss them over, saying:
— That should be enough.
Enough?
For me, who created this business?
Who spent years, nerves, and effort on it?
I kicked her out of the company
When the season ended, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I called a meeting.
I stripped her of the rights to 30% of the company.
I took back control.
I removed her from the business I had handed over to her.
She thought I wouldn’t do it.
She thought I’d endure.
She was mistaken.
She took me to court… twice!
After that, a real battle began.
She filed two lawsuits.
In the first, she demanded half of the business.
In the second, she wanted back the 30% I had once gifted her.
She lost both cases.
But instead of learning a lesson, she decided to take revenge.
My daughter reported me to the tax office!
She reported her own father.
As a result, I went through a tax audit for the past five years.
For a year, I couldn’t find peace.
For a year, I dealt with authorities, proving my honesty.
For a year, I watched my daughter attempt to destroy what could have been her inheritance.
I remembered holding her little hand, teaching her to walk, wanting her to have the best.
And now…
Now she was ready to ruin me just to gain more.
Gratitude? Care? Family? Don’t make me laugh
How quickly people forget where they came from.
How fast they forget who gave them a chance.
How easily they betray those closest to them.
My daughter forgot who she was.
She believes she achieved everything by herself.
Well…
Now she truly will go her own way.
Without my support.
Without my business.
Without my inheritance.
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 her own.
And all I can do is repeat:
Beware of those who suddenly open their eyes…
