Dear Zachary: A Letter to a Son About His Father Page #4
like, completely normal
and then, one day,
they become a psycho, you know?
I mean,
there had to be some signs.
She'd just be really
inappropriate with things.
Poor taste,
things that she would say.
She was always making
sexually inappropriate comments.
But never threatening.
as being threatening,
but, just,
something was a little off.
Something wasn't right.
on a regular basis.
She talked forever.
Crude things about
their intimate relationship.
But I thought it was kind of odd
when I met her
that she was not practicing.
She had finished residency
for quite some time,
and yet she was having trouble
getting her credentials.
Nobody said anything
'cause we all respected Andrew.
And if he wasn't putting the
pieces together or something,
it just makes me think
he was just not caring.
He was likely 4,000 miles away
for the rest of his life.
He had had a very difficult,
kind of heartbreaking type
of situation with Heather.
Whatever happened
with their breakup
really kind of devastated him
and just left him vulnerable
to someone like Shirley.
"Andrew!
You know you can do
a lot better."
He said,
"Ah, no, I really can't."
He'd poke fun at himself
all the time.
He'd say he was a short,
portly little fella.
You don't need
to go out with a woman
because you can't
think you can do better.
It was a comfort.
And, in Newfoundland,
it was somebody to be around
and he enjoyed it.
Oh, it's just
a senior-year thing.
After graduation,
he came back to the U.S.
to do a surgery residency
in Syracuse, New York,
and he was miserable.
He hated it.
Shirley also decided to move
to the States to practice.
We were not very aware
of his year in Syracuse,
what a problem
she became to him there.
Was a real hard year for him.
There was really no time
for anything.
And the fact
that there was this somebody
that was making a lot of effort
to maintain a relationship
with him
and represented something else
besides the misery
that it sounded like
his internship was
was hard for him to pass up.
that surgery wasn't for him
and switched
to a family-practice residency
in Latrobe, Pennsylvania,
in July of 2001.
And he loved it.
He said, "When you finally find
that thing
that you know is your niche,
it's worth everything
in the world."
And he now wanted her
to go away.
He did not invite her
to Matt's wedding.
Yeah, and she thought
she was going to be coming.
She just already had it
arranged.
The morning of the wedding,
Andrew's cellphone
started ringing.
And he'd answer it,
and it's Shirley.
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