“Residency is finally over, life is supposed to be easy now!” I thought, frustrated, confused, and crying (again) after another ferocious fight with my husband. I had just made it through 9 years of hell - a post-bacc pre-med program, medical school — I graduated with a medical degree and a baby — then residency — I graduated with board certification and a second baby. Now I had a job and life was supposed to feel more “normal.”