Ha.
This one gets me. I’ve seen it happen more than a few times. Apparently being married to a doctor is a symbol of status.
“So, what does your husband do?”
“Oh, he’s a doctor”.
Then there is something that happens. I can see it behind their eyes. Stereotypes enter their head, most likely acquired by television dramas or Hollywood movies. And they form an opinion of me.
Sometimes it’s more light-hearted, like “nice catch!”. But the implications are there.
I must lead a privileged and glamorous life. After all, I’m married to a doctor. I must be “set” for life. After all, I married a doctor.
Well, let this be the second myth I debunk. My life is certainly not very glamorous or cushy. It’s actually quite ordinary. And I certainly didn’t marry my husband for the money. Contrary to popular belief, I don’t spend my days shopping for my Fall Wardrobe and attending Charity Teas while the nanny looks after the baby and the maid cleans the mansion. In actual fact, I work part-time, take care of the bean, clean our small house (when I have time) and never buy anything that’s not on sale.
Now let me be fair and say that our life-style will change one day, once my husband has completed residency (and fellowship?) and is actually hired as staff somewhere. Oh, and we pay off our debt. But we’re talking another 10 years here, people. And even then, I don’t expect to be a “kept” woman.
I’ve joked before with other doctor-spouses that we’re earning our PHT degree (that’s Putting Honey Through). Medical students, Residents, and Doctors work incredibly hard. But so do their spouses.
I'm not a trophy wife. I'm not an accessory.
I’m right alongside my hubby, supporting him in the best ways that I can, working hard to make this life of ours work.
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