At 75, I thought I’d gotten good at spotting trouble before it crossed my family’s doorstep. Then my granddaughter got engaged to a man everyone adored, and I found myself watching, waiting, and realizing that some people don’t come into your life to love you. They come to take.I’m 75, and I’ve learned that age does not make you invisible. It just makes people think you’re harmless.My granddaughter Katherine is the best thing that ever happened to me. She is smart, warm, and far too ready to see the good in people. I used to think the world might be kind to her because she was kind first.Then she brought Matthew home.

Everyone loved him immediately. My daughter loved him. My son-in-law loved him. Even my neighbor, who distrusts everyone under 50, said, “That young man has manners.”Matthew was all polish.A few months ago, Katherine called to tell me they were engaged. She was crying from happiness.”Grandma, he proposed at the restaurant where we had our first date.””That’s lovely, sweetheart.”The ring was beautiful. Too beautiful, frankly, for a man who was always talking about money being tight.Matthew had an explanation for that too.”My mother’s health has wiped me out,” he told us one Sunday over lunch. “I’m covering her care. Every extra penny goes to her.”Katherine reached for his hand at once. “He’s under so much pressure.”