My Daughter Cut Ties with Me After She Married a Rich Man – a Year Later, She Came Back Crying with a Baby

She went to college, got a good job, moved to a nicer city.

She said she wanted a better life than mine. And I told her that was the whole point.

Then she met Evan.

Polished guy. Good job.

Good haircut. Family with money.

They shook my hand at the wedding. They smiled, but it never reached their eyes.

They looked at my janitor’s uniform like it was something contagious.

I noticed.

But Gillian looked happy. That was what mattered.

After they got married, visits got shorter.

Calls got less frequent.

She’d answer, talk for two minutes, then say, “I’ll call you back later, okay?” and hang up.

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.”

Then “soon” never turned into anything.

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.

Late at night, alone in my little house, I’d picture her in some big, bright kitchen with her husband’s family, all dressed nice, talking about investments.

Then I’d picture myself.

Old. In a faded uniform with a name patch.

Taking out bags of trash that smelled like old coffee and regret.

I started to wonder if she was embarrassed.

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