David Litt
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The Last Cup of Coffee
The morning it all came to a head, I was sitting at our kitchen table with a half-empty mug of coffee. The kids had already left for school, and the house felt still—too still. Outside, the street was waking up, neighbors pulling out of driveways, a delivery truck rumbling by. But inside, I was frozen.
By David Litt5 months ago in Families
The Day the Mailbox Changed Everything
It was a Tuesday. I remember because it was my grocery day, and I’d left the store earlier than usual to beat the rush. The sun was warm but low, and the whole neighborhood smelled faintly of cut grass. It was one of those small, perfect afternoons when life seems normal—ordinary, even comforting.
By David Litt5 months ago in Families
I Didn’t Hear the Warning Bells—Just the Quiet Creak of Stress
You expect the big moments to come with fanfare. You think there’ll be alarms, screaming arguments, or desperate phone calls. But when we started slipping, it was quiet. A whisper here. A missed payment there. A few unopened envelopes collecting dust on the kitchen counter.
By David Litt6 months ago in Families
The Quiet Way Foreclosure Creeps In
There wasn’t a single moment when it all fell apart. No dramatic scene. No big explosion of debt or disaster. Just a slow unraveling—quiet, almost polite—until we were standing in a place I never thought we’d be: one payment away from losing our home.
By David Litt6 months ago in Families
We Were the Last to Know We Were in Trouble. AI-Generated.
Looking back, it didn’t hit us all at once. That might’ve been easier. No, the fall was quiet. Subtle. It was the kind of trouble that creeps in through the floorboards. You don’t notice it at first—not until you wake up one day and realize you’re ankle-deep in something you can’t get out of.
By David Litt6 months ago in Families
I Used to Love Getting the Mail. AI-Generated.
I used to love getting the mail. There was something comforting about it—ritualistic, almost. A few bills, maybe a magazine, the occasional birthday card. I’d open everything right away. I liked staying on top of things.
By David Litt6 months ago in Families
