I kept score in my marriage for a decade before I realized I didn’t
have to.
You don’t have to, either.
I know what it’s like to slog through medical school and residency and finally get to the end of that journey, only to look around and think, “Where’s my pot of gold at the end of this rainbow?”
You likely put your dreams on hold for more than a decade so your husband could pursue his.
And now he’s done with training, but you still feel like the backup dancer to his career.