He Told My Best Friend, “I Wish I’d Met You First.” I Walked Away. A Year Later, He Finally Understood.

seen as successful and enviable. He worked from home most days, complained about Zoom fatigue, talked about his “grind” like it was equivalent to what I saw in the ER—the overdoses, the car accidents, the elderly patients dying alone because their families couldn’t make it in time.

But I loved him. Or I thought I did. Love gets blurry when you’re always continue reading …