Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:My DH is a great guy but he’s kind of a lightweight. He has a funny job that people make fun of him for and he doesn’t really have any gravitas or status in our social circle.
I see friends who admire and respect their husbands and their opinions and I wish I had that. I feel that I can’t trust his judgement. He’s not serious enough.
What's your impressive job? How much gravitas or status do you have in your social circle? How much more $$ do you make than your husband?
I work at State. No mean to brag but it is an “impressive” DC job. I don’t make much but I do have status.
OP, you're a legend in your own mind. You need to appreciate your DH for who he is and not try to fit him where your "social circle" will admire him.
For a reference, do you recall Susan Schwab? Nobody knew her husband only went to HS, was a magician, yet she fell in love with him despite multiple degrees, Dean of UM's Public Policy School and USTR under GW Bush.
And, frankly, nobody cared.
From a Fortune magazine profile of Schwab:
"For months Schwab had been a fixture in Rangel's office, negotiating the bipartisan deal. The night before the flight to Tampa, she and Congressman McCrery spent two hours with the chairman and top staffers, quietly working out the details.
The night in Rangel's office might have been a happier moment, except that it was also the tenth anniversary of her wedding to Curtis Carroll, who had died four months earlier. His passing had been announced in a terse AP news item that raised more questions than it answered. "Curtis Carroll, a professional magician, died Monday of kidney and liver failure, Schwab spokesman Sean Spicer said."
The news surprised those who didn't know her well: Susan Schwab, Washington policy wonk, academic dean, was married to a professional magician, uneducated past high school and, it turned out, alcoholic.
She met Carroll in 1995, during Christmas vacation with relatives aboard a cruise from Hong Kong to Singapore. Far-flung travel was familiar to Schwab: Her family bounced around Africa on account of her father's job with the State Department. Schwab learned how to ride horses with the Tunisian calvary. In Sierra Leone she returned from an outing to a village market with her father, reached into her gingham pocket, and pulled out a mongoose as a present to her little sister Teresa. They named it Sputnik.
Wherever she went, Schwab seemed to know where she was heading. "Every now and then you get a child who is born knowing what they want, who is very self-motivated and very self-directed," says her sister Teresa Marshall. "That was not me. That was Susan."
By age 40, when Sue met Carroll, she was accomplished and single - and not especially in the market for a husband, especially a cruise-ship magician with an erratic income. By all accounts, Carroll was a talented entertainer and "hysterically funny," as Schwab notes. "Curtis was the funny and warm and creative side of me."
At the time they married in 1997, she was dean of the University of Maryland's School of Public Policy and busy building it into a nationally recognized institution. Schwab's husband, meanwhile, pursued a magician's life, traveling to corporate events, often with Schwab.
Then another side emerged. "Curtis became an alcoholic, or maybe he was and I didn't know it," she recalls. "It got worse and worse, and the last couple of years it was pretty strained because I was doing what all spouses and loved ones of alcoholics do beg, plead, threaten, try to rescue. And then at some point you figure out there isn't a damn thing you can do. No matter how much you love the guy, no matter how much he loves you."
The rescue extended to pouring their savings into a magician's theater in Florida to boost his career. But the theater failed financially, and friends say Curtis never recovered. "He'd go to rehab," Schwab recalls. "He was in and out. I didn't realize how sick he was, quite frankly."
Emotionally drained, she took an apartment in downtown Washington while Carroll lived in their Annapolis home. She said yes to an offer to become deputy U.S. trade representative in 2005, then was promoted in 2006 to trade ambassador, on the eve of the breakdown of the latest round of World Trade Organization talks in Geneva.
Determined to salvage the talks, Schwab traveled 87,000 miles in three months to try to piece the negotiations back together. "I'm enough of an economist that I really felt I was creating wealth, helping people, creating U.S. exports - all the things I believe in," she says. Whether negotiating over trade in autos or dark-meat chicken parts, Schwab played well in the nuances of trade disputes. "These specific line items mean someone does or does not make a sale," she says.
Back in Annapolis, her husband's promised detox never materialized. By November he had developed jaundice and cirrhosis of the liver. Then his organs shut down. "He was 58, much too young to die that way," Schwab recalls through tears.
A week later she was scheduled to give a speech unveiling her new bipartisan trade approach. She kept the commitment. "Not giving the speech wouldn't have brought Curtis back," she says. She has been on airplanes ever since. Longtime friend and former Senator Bill Brock, a Tennessee Republican who was President Reagan's trade ambassador, calls her restless diplomacy a "real tour de force."