"Lila, stop being unreasonable. We can't stay with you forever. You have to learn to handle things on your own." Julian seemed to finally realize just how self-centered our daughter had become—a failure in how we'd raised her—and he spoke to her sternly.
"Dad…" Lila never listened to me, but she took Julian's words seriously. She pouted and tried to turn on the cute act to get her way.
"This is non-negotiable. You're going to school tomorrow." With that, Julian strode upstairs.
Lila trudged downstairs in a huff. When she spotted me reading documents, she snatched them right out of my hands and lifted them up to tear them apart.
I didn't hesitate. I raised my hand and smacked her on the arm—not her face, just her upper arm.
"What was that for?!" Lila shrieked at me. "You don't deserve
