We moved into our new housing development almost exactly a year ago. Our neighbors, while seemingly nice people, have not become good friends. However, we are friendly with each other and make small talk when we see each other in front of our houses.

The couple to our right we see all of the time. I have learned that, while they are not married, they both work for the same company. He has a child from a previous marriage. A few months ago they shared with me that she is pregnant with their first child. As Andrea and I are expecting it has been nice talking to our female neighbor about her pregnancy and comparing notes on nausea and other symptoms. So when I saw her today, I noticed that she’s starting to show. I commented on her belly and we began to make small talk about Andrea, her pregnancy and our house landscaping plans. She then turned to me and said, “So, I guess you figured out that “Harry” is gone.”

I hadn’t noticed. As I looked at her in disbelief I didn’t know what to say. She started to cry and she told me that he just told her that “he had fallen out of love” with her and had left. As she glanced at her growing belly, she commented on the “bad timing” and, as she took a deep breath, said “I have to be strong.” Unable to give her more than a “I’m so sorry”, I gave her a hug, my phone number and told her to call us if she needed anything.

As I left her, I was in shock. I started to think about the bastard who left and anger swelled inside. What kind of man leaves a woman who’s 20 weeks pregnant with his own child That’s just it - he’s no man. He’s a child who likes to play with his big boy toys and runs when reality impedes with his fantasy life. My neighbor deserves better.

I came home and kissed Andrea and her belly. Some guys recognize just how lucky they are.