Doc has amazing faith in me and is super supportive of this book project. Infact, he has given me license to air our dirty laundry in the interest of authenticity. We have fights. I'm not ashamed of it. The lives we have chosen are not ones that fit together easily, and every fight we have is a fight for our relationship. We fight to stay together, we fight for eachother. We fight to survive.
So I am about to start work on another "fight scene"...one where I tell Doc he can't be a surgeon. It's probably the worst guilt I have ever felt telling my own husband he can't do something he loves. But I had reasons, and Doc has come to understand and accept that I could see things he could not about his decision. I think we are on the same page now, but it was really hard for me to be a dream crusher, and I think hard for Doc to let go of something he was so sure of.
It's a rough thing to do as a wife, and something that I feel like five years from now, could very well be the thing that drove us apart, or the thing that kept us together. I'm hoping for the later.
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