![]() If we’re not moving out, it means that someone else is moving in. One of the movers hops out of the passenger side of the truck, and my dad approaches him. I need to open the garage door, and then we can have a chat.” He rushes off, and soon after, I hear the garage door whir open. The moment of relief is quickly replaced by confusion. I meant to talk to you about this before today.” “Oh! Oh no, Teagan.” He comes to stand next to me and gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Please tell me we don’t have to move again.” You tell me.” I motion outside, where the moving truck continues to beep as it backs up toward the garage. I abandon the care package I’m in the middle of putting together for my younger brother and am halfway across the room when my dad appears in the doorway, his expression reflecting his concern. It took a family scandal for him to realize that he needed to make some very important changes in his life, which included putting an end to spending money he didn’t have. ![]() For nearly two decades my dad used excessive spending as a way to mourn the loss of my mother, God rest her beautiful soul. Less than a year ago we downsized from a seven-thousand-square-foot mansion we could not afford-unless we planned to sell most of our major organs-to a two-thousand-square-foot home. ![]() ![]() ![]() For a panicked moment I question what fresh hell this morning has brought with it.Ī moving truck is backing into our driveway. “Uh, Dad, I think you need to come here!” I shout. ![]()
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