Karen and Richard were facing foreclosure when they saw the press release about me. Their abandoned daughter was graduating as valedictorian from medical school. They wanted VIP seats for a public reconciliation. They thought the successful doctor daughter might save them.
Instead, I told the truth.
The voicemails started immediately.
“Emily, it’s Mom. I know you’re angry. We made mistakes. But we’re losing the house. Ashley can’t help us. You’re a doctor now. Doctors help people. Please call me.”
Delete.
Then an email from my father.
“Emily, you humiliated us. We made the best decision we could at the time. You turned out fine, so clearly we didn’t ruin your life. We are your blood. You owe us a conversation and some financial help.”
After dozens of messages, I finally replied once.
“When I was thirteen, you told me I was a bad investment. You called me average and threw me away to protect your money. Megan Rivera invested her life in me. She is my mother. My money, my success, and my family belong to her. I owe you nothing. Enjoy your return on investment. Do not contact me again.”
Then I blocked them.
That was three years ago.
