I’m posting over at A Deeper Family today. Here’s the introduction:
My friend calls the local university near us a divorce factory. I wouldn’t have used that exact phrase since I know several happily married people there, but since we started my wife Julie’s journey through graduate school, we’ve seen plenty of failed marriages. It’s something we’ve talked about a lot.
I grew up with divorced parents, so it doesn’t take a lot for me to talk about divorce. We’ve been vigilant, carefully watching the ebbs and flows of our relationship as my wife perseveres through the demanding hours of her PhD work.
I’m not a marriage expert, but I think I can spot the contempt and lack of communication that marks a failing marriage.
The past nine months have been especially demanding. A few days after the birth of our first child last July, I landed two book deals that were due within two weeks of each other, while she started reading for her PhD exams.