I Was A Lonely Newlywed...

When you're married to a doctor, particularly a resident who has to be at the hospital all the time, you end up spending a lot of time alone. In this essay newlywed Rebecca Ascher-Walsh describes how she learned to accept her workaholic husband in all his over-achieving glory. "When my internist asked if I knew that marrying a doctor-in-training was a recipe for disaster, I laughed. What did he know of the power of young love? What he might have asked in return was: what did I know of my husband? And what, at 22, did I know of myself? For three years, I glimpsed him as he came in the door and headed to bed; when I prepared dinner to entice him en route, he would fall asleep, fork in hand. I was a married single person with none of the perks of either, and when it became clear— too many tears later—that there would always be a person who needed him more urgently than I did, we separated."