Born to be loved

At the end of May I dropped a post saying I wanted to remember how miserable the life of residency from the spouse' perspective. Today I do think so still. We have 10 more days to go before my wife m's surgical residency to be done, although this last rotation turned out to be as brutal as usual. I keep hearing m groaning whenever she managed to come home early enough so that I'm awake. But, I know her enough so do myself. Vows made in these storms will easily be forgotten in the calmer weather that is supposed to be waiting for us (right?). Usually I don't mind that to happen when there's little things that I think we or anyone can learn from the anecdote. This time, however, not because of us or someone's learning purposes, but because of kind of my dream to talk with our own kids when they grow up about how shitty their parents were thinking the life was back when they were little, the very experience of us while having welcomed the kids in this world, havin