On my 66th birthday, my son and his wife handed me a list of house chores for 12 days, kissed the grandchildren goodbye, and flew off on an $11,200 Mediterranean cruise.
On my 66th birthday, my son and his wife handed me a list of house chores for 12 days, kissed the grandchildren goodbye, and flew off on an $11,200 Mediterranean cruise. No card. No cake. Not a single greeting. That night, I accidentally saw an email he sent his wife about an “assisted living facility…