My Family Left Me to Eat Alone on My 75th Birthday, Using My Money for a European Vacation — So I Sold the House and Moved Next Door to See Their Faces When They Returned I’m 75. I set the table for five and ate alone while my family sipped fruity drinks under palm trees—on my card. What came next taught me who was really in my corner. Before I tell the story, thank you for letting me pour my heart out. Tell me what time it is where you are and where you’re listening from—I love hearing from you