We all say the same things - or at least it seems that way (and coincidentally we all sound like a late-90's Sheryl Crow song): "No one said it would be easy, but no one said it's be this hard." and this just idn't how I thought my life would be, and I just though I'd be more established by now.
Well folks, its happening. After 8 years of marriage which included 3 of Husband in law school, followed by 4 of him working like hell to find a job and/or make his solo practice work, followed by the same with the addition of a few adjunct classes for a local college... today he started a new job. And folks, this is no small thing. It's part time, yet still enough that all of a sudden I feel the pressure lifting from my shoulders. No more must I suffer the unexpected burden of breadwinner. No more must I feel trapped in an unsatisfying, horribly stressful, dead-end job.
Those people who say "I hate musicals! That never happens. No one ever just randomly bursts into song." I feel a little badly for them, they must have never felt pure joy.
