Got the promotion, didn’t tell her for three weeks. That gap used to be unthinkable — she was the first call I made for everything, good or bad, for most of my adult life. This time I just… didn’t. I sat on genuinely good news, news I was proud of, because some tired part of me already knew exactly how the phone call would go before I’d dialed it. When I finally told her, she was mid-sentence about her own…