When my fiance got accepted to med school, I did what everyone does when they have a problem: I Googled it. And, like it does for every panicked Googler with a mysterious lump, rash, or scary grad school acceptance, Google did its thing for .34 seconds and retrieved approximately one billion Worst Case Scenarios.
This pisses me off. Because I believed those worst case scenarios: the blogs of lonely anonymous women, the Facebook groups chock full of money troubles, the book recommendations about grasping at straws to save your medical marriage. I prepared for the worst, and you know what?
It isn't that bad.
Sure, there are lonely days when the only words that come out of my mouth are "Stop licking your penis!"[This is probably a good time to insert that I have a dog.] But there is also the chance for adventure, the chance to live somewhere different for a handful of years. There's free medical advice (sort of)! There's arts and crafts (clipping coupons counts; I believe anything involving scissors is arts and crafts)! There's the satisfaction of knowing that your family is saving lives, and you aren't the one touching blood and running on 3 hours of sleep!
Those worst case scenario resources are helpful to a point. But I believe there needs to be a best case scenario resource, a space for medical spouses to laugh, connect and focus on the positives.
Contrary to popular belief, the positives aren't that hard to find.