I too am married to a physician. We've been married two years and have recently separated. We have one child; a baby girl. Like Bridgette, I never worked and had great expectations of my husband. I never bothered placing any on me. I don't think I loved my husband when I married him. I do now, but, ...it is too late. Or is it? I wanted to marry success. Stay home, raise the family --picture perfect. Not so. Like Bridgette I shopped and shopped. The more I spent the worse the relationship. Now, in the end, he resents me, feels used and abused and I can't blame him. I blame me. If only ...he had shown me more affection. If only he was home more. If only he wasn't so clinical and cold. If only he could love me now like he once did.
I didn't realize how well I had it. How good he was to me. I took advantage. I took and took. There comes a time when you must give back, expecting and wanting nothing in return. I'd love to hear if this is a common theme amongst 'doctor's wives (or husbands)' and where do we go from here?
