A successful marriage should be a resumé topper, the icing on the proverbial cake of accomplishments. I am incredibly proud of us and so fortunate to have found the man of my dreams who has given me a glorious life. However, don't think for one second that our life together has not been filled with many challenges.
When I left New York's Long Island City to drive home to Illinois, I left someone very important behind: My wife, Cathy. Granted, I've known this day was coming since early June. That's when she received an offer to take on her dream challenge; a chance to test all of the skills she has developed and honed since skating into her teenage years.
Not so many years ago, married men had the freedom to live by one set of rules away from home, and a different set at the hearth. Because they held the power to distribute resources however they wished, they could decide what and when to share them. As women have become legitimate wage earners with more powerful voices, they have challenged their chosen partners.
I think I have a problem with my husband. He is health conscious and fit and he has will power. Wouldn't that be enough to make you nuts when you don't? I am addicted to ice cream, chocolate and jelly beans. He can pass up dessert and skip dinner. With shoulder surgery this winter, he has been particularly conscientious about what he puts in his mouth.