I Went To My Mountain Lodge To Relax And Found My Son And His Wife’s Family Living There. When He Said, “What’s A Bottom-Feeder Like You Doing In My Place?”, I Stayed Silent And Quietly Made A Phone Call… His Face Went Pale. The first thing wrong was the driveway: a white SUV and a silver sedan where only my truck should be. The door stood ajar, warm air and party music spilling into the December dark. Inside, strangers had rearranged my furniture, popped my champagne, and nudged my late wife’s