I let it go, because that is what you do when you have been married long enough to know that pressing too hard sometimes pushes someone further away.
Then there was Grandma, his mother, who had suddenly started showing up more often.
Casseroles in glass dishes.
Folded laundry I had not asked her to fold.
Offers to babysit.
Offers to organize closets.
Offers to help with things nobody had asked for help with.
« You look exhausted, dear, » she said once, patting my arm. « You really should let me help more. »
« I’m fine, honestly. »
« Mmm. »
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