My son called me on a bright Wednesday afternoon with a voice full of more excitement than I had heard from him in years. “Mom, I have incredible news because I am marrying Tiffany tomorrow and we simply cannot wait any longer,” he shouted.
He told me they were planning a surprise party at the Royal Palm Yacht Club and I barely had a chance to congratulate him before he interrupted me with a burst of energy. He sounded like a happy child as he explained that there was just one more thing I needed to know about his plans.
“I already transferred all the money from your accounts to mine since I need it to pay for the wedding and our honeymoon in Maui,” he said casually. “And about your condo by the beach that you love so much, I sold it this morning using the power of attorney you gave me last year.”
He informed me that the money was already in his account and the new owners wanted me to move out within thirty days. “Well, Mom, see you or maybe not,” he added before the line went dead and left me standing in total silence.