My name is Alva, and at thirty-five, I never expected my classic car collection to become the center of a full-blown family conflict. I thought the biggest debates in my life would be about business strategy, hiring decisions, or how to keep a growing company on track. Instead, the hardest pressure I’ve ever felt came from my own parents and my own sister, and it came wrapped in the language of “family responsibility.”

This is the beginning of how I learned that financial boundaries are not cold or selfish. Sometimes they are the only thing standing between you and a lifetime of being treated like an open wallet. And sometimes, the moment you say no is the moment you finally see what people really believe you owe them.

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