So when I got into medical school, no one was happier than Dad.
I loved studying there, and that’s where I met Elliot.
We fell in love, and for a while, everything seemed to be falling perfectly into place.
Then Elliot became seriously ill.
He had no family to turn to, and as his condition worsened, he couldn’t manage alone.
Caring for him while keeping up with medical school became impossible, so I made the hardest decision of my life: I dropped out to take care of him.
Dad couldn’t understand it.
He accused me of throwing away everything our family had worked for over a boyfriend, and told me I’d regret it forever.
After that, he stopped speaking to me.
Losing my father while watching Elliot fight his illness nearly broke me, but slowly, life got better.
