On my first night inside the $4.8 million Malibu beach house I bought with my own money, my mother-in-law called and said, “We’re moving in tomorrow, Marcus said it’s fine, and if you don’t like it, you can find somewhere else.”

“We have an attempted breaking and entering in progress at 2847 Pacific Coast Highway.”

Eleanor’s face went white as she heard sirens approaching. The moving truck driver, apparently smarter than his client, immediately started backing away. The charity committee scattered to their cars.

“Mrs. Drexler,” the guard said calmly. “I suggest you step away from the gate before the police arrive.”

But Eleanor, in her entitled rage, kept trying to break the lock, screaming, “This is my house! My son bought it for me!”

The police arrived just as the lock broke.

While the police were taking Eleanor’s statement at my gate, she was simultaneously destroying herself on social media. Her Facebook post at 11:47 a.m. read:

Unbelievable. At my new Malibu beach house, and my ungrateful daughter-in-law has locked me out. Marcus bought this for me, and she’s trying to steal it. The police are here now to sort this out. Everyone, please share this injustice.