Rach,


Went to my new gynecologist today. She did the basic rundown of information: family history, questions about my vag, etc. The usual. Then the following conversation occurred:
Dr. Nancy: Are you in a relationship?
Me: Ye...no. (tears well up/choke) We broke up.
Dr. Nancy: (sad look of pity?) Aw, I'm sorry to hear that. How long did you date?
Me: (choke) A little over two months.
Dr. Nancy: I'm sure it's still hard.


She has no fucking clue. I wanted to punch her. And she's a nice lady. I shouldn't want to punch nice ladies, even though everything she touched me with was like an ice cube. Those two months though...they felt like two years. You were my everything. You still are. I want nothing more than to have you in my life.


On the plus side, she gave me Prozac and her e-mail so I can get her to up my dose or change my prescription or whatever I need even while I'm at school. 


Yours always,
Lor