At my graduation dinner, Dad slid my acceptance letter back across the table and said I would not be attending the seven-year BS/MD program I had earned a place in. – Welcome

than giving someone else control over whether I could attend.

Dad did not speak to me for almost two weeks.

Then he asked me to come to his office.

I went because I wanted one conversation where nobody could later claim I had disappeared.

He began with:

“Victor made me look like an idiot.”

I waited.

Then he corrected himself.

“I made myself look like an idiot.continue reading …