“Here’s what’s going to happen, Dad. Because I know you’re upset, I’m going to pretend we didn’t have this conversation. Then I’m going to make an appointment with a doctor—not Dr. Mendelsohn, but a doctor of my own—and then when I’m sure everything is all right with me physically, I’m going to inform A.J. What he chooses to do with the information is his business. And then I’m going to prepare for being a single, working mother, who’s going to make the best of things—” my voice breaks because I’m crying again “—and be the best damn mother I can be. And if you’re interested in having any kind of relationship with your grandchild, you’re going to give me moral support even if it kills you. If you’re not interested, that’s your choice. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go vomit!”
I hang up
