Well, I’ve never really done anything like this. I don’t know any of you, which, in a way, makes it easier for me to write this. This will be very long winded, but I need to get this off my chest. For those of you who will read, be warned, this is will be long and may seem to go all over the place.
Where to begin. A little over 10 years ago, I met the man I am still with. We met when I was on a trip to Europe. 2 years latter, he made the move to Canada. He is the man of my life. I know this. He really completes me and I complete him.
I’ve always wanted to be an MD. I did an undergrad in bio, and then completed my grad and post-grad studies in biology as well. Last year, when I turned 39, I decided to put my dream of becoming an MD to rest and apply to med school one last time (I hadn’t applied in many years). Our relationship was not going very well. Not bad, but not great. He cheated on me, which didn’t really bother me cuz I was also thinking about it and, after 10 yeas together, I don’t see one ‘accident’ as enough to through away everything we have.
To my great astonishment, I was accepted to a med school about 250 km away from our home city. I found out he cheated on me on the day I got accepted. After weeks of discussions, and pondering, I decided to go ahead and take the plunge. We struggled and we got to a better place before I left. He decided to stay where we lived.
So, here I am, a now forty-year-old man, surrounded by very young people, in a new city, alone, where I don’t know anyone. Going back to school is not the easiest thing when you have a support system. When you don’t have a support system, and are surrounded by the ‘best and brightest’ (or, at the very least, the ‘very hard working’), it’s even harder. I try and talk to my spouse about my insecurities, but he just doesn’t get it. Mind you, I’m really not the ‘touchy-feely’ type. There is nothing wrong with that; I’m just not one to open up very much, even to my spouse. I usually deal with my own crap by myself. I don’t keep things bottled up either. When I have something to say, I say it. I guess that’s why I don’t feel ‘threatened’ by opening up here, as no one knows me. I know I should talk to him, but I’m not great with ‘deep’ phone discussions. It also does not help that he has not come to visit me once. I feel even more alone.
To make matters worse, I’ve become friendly with a neighbour, who, it turns out, is gay. I honestly had no idea. We went out for diner a few nights ago and that’s when he told me he was gay. He’s the first person I have met here, outside from schoolmates. We kissed at the end of the evening, nothing more. He apologised, as did I. He is a good guy and I think we could be friends. I’d like that. I think I’m confusing ‘friendship’ feelings with my loneliness and simply need to reach out to someone. And he was there, listened to me. We had a great time. I don’t see myself leaving my spouse for anyone. Even after all we’ve been trough, or because all we’ve been through. I really do love my spouse. And that’s what hurts me the most, not being with him and that, after 10 years, he still can’t ‘read’ me.
God, I can’t believe that at 40, I’d feel like I did when I was 15. I feel and sound like a teenage girl.
End of semester is just around the corner and I feel really lost and confused and alone. And I can’t deal with all this plus finals. It’s really just too much. So, I’m ‘coping’ ergo, pushing it all out of my mind until the end of the semester.
Anyways, thanks for ‘listening’. I just needed to get this off my chest. Before I hit rock bottom.
Where to begin. A little over 10 years ago, I met the man I am still with. We met when I was on a trip to Europe. 2 years latter, he made the move to Canada. He is the man of my life. I know this. He really completes me and I complete him.
I’ve always wanted to be an MD. I did an undergrad in bio, and then completed my grad and post-grad studies in biology as well. Last year, when I turned 39, I decided to put my dream of becoming an MD to rest and apply to med school one last time (I hadn’t applied in many years). Our relationship was not going very well. Not bad, but not great. He cheated on me, which didn’t really bother me cuz I was also thinking about it and, after 10 yeas together, I don’t see one ‘accident’ as enough to through away everything we have.
To my great astonishment, I was accepted to a med school about 250 km away from our home city. I found out he cheated on me on the day I got accepted. After weeks of discussions, and pondering, I decided to go ahead and take the plunge. We struggled and we got to a better place before I left. He decided to stay where we lived.
So, here I am, a now forty-year-old man, surrounded by very young people, in a new city, alone, where I don’t know anyone. Going back to school is not the easiest thing when you have a support system. When you don’t have a support system, and are surrounded by the ‘best and brightest’ (or, at the very least, the ‘very hard working’), it’s even harder. I try and talk to my spouse about my insecurities, but he just doesn’t get it. Mind you, I’m really not the ‘touchy-feely’ type. There is nothing wrong with that; I’m just not one to open up very much, even to my spouse. I usually deal with my own crap by myself. I don’t keep things bottled up either. When I have something to say, I say it. I guess that’s why I don’t feel ‘threatened’ by opening up here, as no one knows me. I know I should talk to him, but I’m not great with ‘deep’ phone discussions. It also does not help that he has not come to visit me once. I feel even more alone.
To make matters worse, I’ve become friendly with a neighbour, who, it turns out, is gay. I honestly had no idea. We went out for diner a few nights ago and that’s when he told me he was gay. He’s the first person I have met here, outside from schoolmates. We kissed at the end of the evening, nothing more. He apologised, as did I. He is a good guy and I think we could be friends. I’d like that. I think I’m confusing ‘friendship’ feelings with my loneliness and simply need to reach out to someone. And he was there, listened to me. We had a great time. I don’t see myself leaving my spouse for anyone. Even after all we’ve been trough, or because all we’ve been through. I really do love my spouse. And that’s what hurts me the most, not being with him and that, after 10 years, he still can’t ‘read’ me.
God, I can’t believe that at 40, I’d feel like I did when I was 15. I feel and sound like a teenage girl.
End of semester is just around the corner and I feel really lost and confused and alone. And I can’t deal with all this plus finals. It’s really just too much. So, I’m ‘coping’ ergo, pushing it all out of my mind until the end of the semester.
Anyways, thanks for ‘listening’. I just needed to get this off my chest. Before I hit rock bottom.









