What if you moved to another city for your husband…

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Sometimes people come across my older posts and leave comments, which my regular readers then miss. I didn’t want you to miss this one, though.
Tanya wrote:
What if you moved to another city for your husband, ended up unemployed for 2 years, and 2 of the most potentially productive and career-making years of your life (under 30, no kids)? After you had already had to give up a very promising and well-paid job in another city? And now you realize you will never have a really cool job and kids at the same time? And you are too old with too much of a broken resume to ever apply to and get into a top business school, which you have only come to realize is essential to having transferrable job skills that people actually want to hire? How do you get over that?
Tanya’s comment hit me in the gut, and I don’t want to minimize her obvious pain in any way. She and I have had a whole lot of experiences (and feelings!) in common*, and I don’t have any easy answers for her.
((Except that it sounds like I’m even older, have an even worse resume, so quite possibly am even more screwed! ))
Tanya sounds pretty upset. And pissed off, too. The last thing I’d suggest is that she “get over it.” Being upset isn’t wrong, because it tells you something IS wrong. You can’t just ”get over” it: you can only use it. Anger is very powerful, and while it can destroy you, it can also give you enormous strength to do important and difficult things.
I wonder who, or what, is telling Tanya she’s too old and too broken and can’t even APPLY to business school? Or that people will only hire her if she does something she’s already told herself is impossible? Those are the sorts of thing our wicked inner toad people tell us. That’s a load of garbage. And it hurts us very much to swallow it.
What’s worked for me? Personal and marital counselling, talking to people who are experts in job re-entry, talking to people who know how to make my resume better, taking care of myself even when I don’t want to.
Being with supportive friends is the MOST important, studies now show… even better than exercise!
So, Tanya, what are you doing to be nice to yourself?
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* I am re-activating this angry post especially for Tanya. I’d de-activated it because it’s not me at my most attractive, and I really do like men. But sometimes, Damitol, living with them just makes me MAD.















