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My Classic Car Collection Became a Family Battlefield, and I Had to Draw Financial Boundaries
Even the real estate agent called again.
She spoke politely, professionally, as though we were business partners. She described property values and investment potential, and she mentioned she already had buyers interested in my cars. She said it in a smooth, casual way, like she was doing me a favor.
This was not just pressure.
This was planning.
When the Conversation Turned Into Assumption
One Saturday, I was in the garage doing routine maintenance on one of the cars. Working on an engine has always been calming for me. It forces your mind into the present. It gives you a problem you can solve with your hands.
That day, the calm didn’t last.
A car pulled into my driveway. I glanced up, expecting maybe a delivery.
It was Natalie.
