an appointment with the Doc

Holy shit that man can talk, and talk, and after the first five minutes I glaze over and zone out. Then he asks me what I thought of what he's been saying. Sneak attack! Every time without fail the first word out of my mouth is "Um," because I'm trying to jumpstart my brain back on track to make some kind of coherent comment. Tonight I finally got tired of him doing that and I told him, "I've noticed that you talk a lot. Just talk and talk and talk. (While making opening and closing motions with my hand.)" I didn't have the guts (or was frustrated enough) to tell him to "shush, just shut up and let me talk." Probably next time. I went in tonight with a specific topic of discussion, but he kept talking so I never got to bring it up.

So for nearly the entire 50 minutes he told me of his concerns about my going overseas to see/be with a man I've never met. No matter how I explain it to him he says he can't understand why I'd want to do this. Well, he's into his second marriage so I doubt he remembers very clearly what it's like to be so heartsick and lonely for a companion that it's hard to eat or sleep. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure he has the best of intentions (and we've seen where those can get someone) and I respect his opinion very much. But this is my life, my decision. So butt out, Doc.