David Litt
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He Never Told Me We Were in Trouble
We had been married for eight years when the sheriff came to our door. I was halfway through folding laundry, wearing the same old yoga pants I always wore on Saturdays. The kids were outside playing. Our dog was asleep on the couch.
By David Litt6 months ago in Families
The Letter on the Kitchen Table. AI-Generated.
The envelope was from the bank. My name was printed neatly in the corner like a formality. I knew what it was. My husband knew, too. We didn’t say a word to each other as we moved around the kitchen in silence. The only sound was the coffee dripping into the pot, and even that felt accusatory somehow.
By David Litt6 months ago in FYI
She Was a Nurse, Not a Number. AI-Generated.
Her name was Elaine. She was a registered nurse in her mid-50s, the kind of person who brought soup to her neighbors and extra socks to patients. You could hear the exhaustion in her voice, but also the dignity. She had spent her life helping others. Now, for the first time, she was the one in crisis.
By David Litt7 months ago in Families
I Was Weeks Away from Foreclosure — Then I Took Back Control. AI-Generated.
The Quiet Descent The first time I realized I might lose my home, I didn’t cry. I didn’t scream or punch a wall. I sat quietly on the edge of my bed and stared at a line on my bank statement that said “$84.17.” That was all I had left after paying utilities, groceries, and gas to get to work.
By David Litt7 months ago in Families
I Almost Lost My Home — And Then Something Unexpected Happened. AI-Generated.
By the time I opened the third foreclosure notice, I stopped pretending everything was fine. My kitchen counter was covered in unopened envelopes—past due bills, mortgage warnings, legal threats I didn’t understand. I had been dodging calls for weeks. The fear wasn’t just about the house. It was about my kids, my pride, and the idea that maybe I had finally failed for good.
By David Litt7 months ago in Journal
