When I retired at 70 after nearly four decades at the clinic, I brought home a cake to celebrate with my son Thomas, his wife Delia, and my grandkids—only to find my suitcases on the porch and the locks changed. A note from Delia claimed I’d “moved to a senior facility by choice” and warned…
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