Growing up: Lawyers and doctors are rich!
Pre-Law School: (stars in my eyes) In three years my husband is going to be smart and rich!
Second year of law school: Huh, well this has to be worth it eventually right?
Four months away from graduation from Law School: Meh.
I admit to being just as disillusioned about law school and the prospects of my husband being an attorney as some people are about marriage being a romantic fun ride of never ending happiness. (P.S. If you’re new here, I don’t love newlyweds. They induce my gag reflex hardcore.)
Here we are, four months away from graduation and while three years ago I thought I’d be picking between a Cadillac or a Lexus, at this point I’m left deciding between Ramen or Mac & Cheese for dinner.
I don’t regret Cody going to law school. He enjoys it and he’s damn good at it.
We’re still married. We still like each other. We’re actually never around each other enough to get sick of each other.
My illusions about a rich lawyer husband are smashed.
We have so much else to look forward to besides fast cars and diamond shoes. Like massive graduate school debt and a whole lifetime (well, 30 years) to pay it off. See that? How I made that a glass half full thing?
Law school has really helped my cynicism.
So hit me, let’s be optimistic about those pessimistic things in our lives.
Let me give you another example,
Cody’s gone at school all the time, but I never have to share the TV.