My mom posted a photo: ‘Family vacation! So peaceful, no drama!’ They were at my $4.7 million beach house in Malibu. I had never given them permission. They planned the whole trip without me. I was exhausted from being treated like a walking ATM instead of a daughter. I called my property manager: “Change all the codes. Now.” Right at midnight, they couldn’t get into the house, left standing on the sand with all their luggage. But this was only the beginning.
I was sitting in a glass-walled boardroom downtown, surrounded by people who respected me. This was the biggest meeting of my year. My phone was face down on the table, but it vibrated against the wood. I usually ignore it during meetings. Today, for some reason, I turned it over. The screen lit up….
