I need some advice input, etc. on a family situation.
First, a bit (kind of a lot …) of background. Bear with me, please:
My husband of 6 years (we’ve been together more than 9), whom I love dearly, is not, shall we say, overjoyed at the prospect of working his stressful job (or one like it) for the next 10 years while I get to go off and learn how to save people’s lives and do all kinds of other exciting things. (We’ll just forget the part about how it’s really hard work. And exhausting. For the moment.)
He doesn’t like the idea of risking our necks (to the tune of ~$300,000; post-bac + med school) for this proposition. He is afraid of losing our house. He is fearful for our relationship, that I will not have the time/energy to invest in it while a med student/resident, and that I will neglect him in favor of studying, working, etc. He has doubts that I possess the strength and fortitude to complete this long, grueling journey. (That last one PISSES ME OFF especially. I worked my a** off in undergrad, and in my professional career. Argh. But never mind.)
While at first I was highly defensive (and offended), I have taken a step back and have come alongside him in an attempt to understand and acknowledge his fears and misgivings.
We have agreed to think not about the next 10 years, but about the next semester – how my first few months back at school (my post-bac) will go. And then go from there. (“Baby steps,” as Bob would say. )
Here is where I am asking for input. Any suggestions on how to demonstrate to him (I avoid the word “prove” because it’s so absolutist) that, well, this going to medical school thing is a good idea? (Perhaps that begs the question …)
Seriously, though. Some thoughts on how I can show him:
a) I am capable of going from BS in Journalism to MD (which I do not doubt for even a nanosecond)
b) I am not abandoning him
c) I am capable of living a balanced life (extension of part b)
d) We are capable of living on his salary + loan money
I’m so on this already, as much as I can be. The house is spotless (well, getting there). I’ve got dinners covered. I’m working on being more attentive, and being more “balanced” (less med school stuff, more quality time with husband when he’s home). We’re working on a budget (not finished yet, but working on it, and doing it together). I’ve submitted all my loan applications EARLY, with my cosigner info, just waiting for decisions/feedback from the evil banks (sucks being a non-degree-seeking student). I’m really trying. I am.
sigh
I just feel like it’s not going to be enough. That, inevitably, we will have another blow-up over this, and he will, again, tell me to “Go get a job!” (Yes, direct quotation, from a couple of weeks ago.) Or that we should “re-evaluate” my going back to school this fall. (When I start classes in 5 weeks.)
You see, I really love this man. We’ve been through a helluva lot together. But I also have a dream. Where does that leave me when the two seem to collide?
A corollary to the above: You know that whole Langston Hughes “Dream Deferred” crap? (see the bottom of this post for the poem, which I’ve copied/pasted off the Web) Well, I don’t think it’s crap. I believe that poem can have meaning for us as OPMs (it does for me, at least), because we’re pursuing a dream that has, in most cases, been deferred. Sometimes for a very, very long time.
OK, now I’m going off on a literary tangent. That’s what you get for working as a textbook editor for too long.
Anyway, my vent/rant officially ends … now.
Thanks for reading, and for any input, in advance. I really appreciate the support.
“Dream Deferred”
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
- Langston Hughes