My Son Slammed the Door on Me. The Next Morning, My Phone Exploded.

Patricia nodded slowly. “Here’s what I recommend,” she said.

“Before we file anything, you need to document everything. Every call, every text, every attempt to visit. Keep a timeline.

And try one more time to reach out—on the record—and request a visit.”

“And if he says no?”

“Then we file a petition for visitation rights. It’ll go to mediation first. If that doesn’t work, we go to court.”

I felt my stomach tighten.

“I don’t want to take my son to court,” I said. “I understand,” Patricia said gently. “But right now, you don’t have access to your grandchildren.

And unless you do something, that’s not going to change.”

I sat there for a long moment. Then I nodded. “Okay,” I said.