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After they got married, visits got shorter.
Calls got less frequent.
Then one day she called and said, “I’m pregnant.”
I had to sit down.
“You’re making me a grandpa?” I asked.
She laughed, sounded nervous and excited. “Yeah.
You’re gonna be a grandpa.”
We talked about baby names. I offered to help paint a nursery. I asked when I could visit.
“Soon,” she said.
“We’re just really busy.”
No baby shower invite. No ultrasound photos. No updates.
My calls went to voicemail more and more.
I told myself she was busy.
That I shouldn’t be needy. That she’d call when she was ready.
But the silence started to feel like a verdict.
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