My Lecturer has told me too much!
My 45-year-old male lecturer has recently been experiencing a midlife crisis and has been very open about his life problems with my class. So often that our class group chat is named “Bob needs help full stop”. Here’s what he’s shared with us so far: his dad committed suicide when he was a young adult. He then got married, had children and a shop, and was content with his life. However, after becoming a lecturer at my college, he started resenting his wife and they had a lot of tension. She accused him of flirting or fancying colleagues, and he admitted he was losing attraction and love for her. Consequently, he rarely saw his children sleeping on the sofa or in his shop unit, which lacked heating. He had quit smoking for years but recently started smoking and drinking regularly again. While he may have shared too much information, it wasn’t overwhelming. My peer, who had gone through a divorce herself, was able to offer valuable advice on how to handle his situation. Clearly, this man is very open and it became evident that the entire department of my studies was somewhat aware of his predicament.
Anyway, a bit about me: I’m quite whimsical and often bring my tarot cards to college to offer readings to my friends. My lecturer had seen them and was curious to see what the cards would say. He was very freaked out by how accurate they were. I can’t recall the details of that first reading, but it was mostly about healing from the past and moving forward.
My lecturer was so amused by how much it resonated with him that he told a colleague about my reading abilities. She then asked if she could have one too. It was quite fun to do her reading, but her reading wasn’t particularly relevant.
Then, this whole thing started where he’d ask for a reading every week. I didn’t bring them every time, and it felt a bit weird because he was nagging. I think it’s just because of how much comfort he found in the last reading. It was a bit annoying when he’s asking about them while I’m trying to meet deadlines for my coursework.
Now, let’s move on to today. Honestly, my mind is exploding and I need to vent to a stranger because I can’t tell anyone and it’s driving me insane.
My lecturer asked for a reading today. He wanted a love-centred reading about a potential love interest and to know where it’s headed. The connection seemed strong, but it’s been cold for the last few weeks.
I give the reading, and it more hints at the fact that there’s potential, but the other person is afraid of being hurt and letting it go. He needs to focus on self-exploration and discovery on a solo path as he figures out this divorce stuff.
He then sent in the same colleague from before (a 27-year-old woman) and I read her cards. I noticed some were the same as my lectures. They explained living your dream life travelling the world or pursuing a potential love interest. It mentioned they had an older wiser energy. Then it clicked. I looked at her, the cards and her again. I said, “It’s Bob, isn’t it?” 😳 She said, “Yeah, it is. Did Bob tell you?” I said, “No, Bob didn’t tell me. The cards told me.” So she told me her side of why she’d gone cold. She explained everything. Then Bob came in after she left, asking questions left and right. I was asked to stay quiet and not tell Bob anything about how she felt, as she needed to have that conversation with him. I don’t know if I accidentally shared too much of her side and now I’m worried I’m too involved I know far too much for a student. Why me? What do I do? I know too much. My sister says I should try to play Cupid but I didn’t sign up for this! 🤣😭I gotta go back to college tomorrow. Ahh, what do I do?