Born early 80s, poor family (although I didn't recognize it at the time) in metropolitan USA. Things got better after a while. Grew up relatively sheltered, although during my early teens I realized a lot of that was simply a ruse. Abusive alcoholic father, wonderful mother. Divorce. Back to being poor. Instead of having fun like a normal youth, I spent the next ten years working my ass off, studying 14-18 hours per day. I promised myself I would get out of this situation. Medical school (Top 10). Met her. Got her. Residency. Working >100 hours a week. Locuming. More locuming. 3-5 hours sleep/day. More locuming. Lost her. Accepted into Cardiology training. Fellowship. Work disguised as travel. Women. Lots of. ?Making up for lost time. Alone. Discontent.