At my son’s wedding in Seattle, the bride looked me dead in the eyes and said, “Starting tomorrow, you’re no longer part of this family. I’m the boss now—not you.” I smiled, walked away like it didn’t hurt, and canceled the $80,000 I’d promised for their first home—right there at the reception, while the music was still playing.

“So we’re going to let her think that for just a little longer,” I said.

“And when she makes her next move, we’ll be ready.”

I was scared, yes.

But underneath the fear was something stronger: the absolute determination to protect my son, no matter what it cost me.

The breaking point came sooner than I thought it would.

Amanda’s 24-hour deadline ended at 2:00 in the afternoon on Wednesday.

At 2:15, I got an alert from my bank security system. Someone had tried to access my bank accounts using fake documents. The bank caught it immediately.

I had put extra security on my accounts after Amanda’s threats.

Within an hour, I was at Thomas Park’s office. The bank had security camera video showing Amanda at a different branch, trying to use forged documents.

The document said she had power of attorney over my money because I was mentally sick.