Travel... For work.  Well for me it's just a part if life.  A necessary evil, something that has to happen to bring home a nice slice of bacon.  And I have a job that requires travel, 6-10 week to be exact.  So not much since travel is defined as anything farther than 30 miles from out corporate office.  My husband thinks that any amount of travel is horrible.  When ever I mention my job it becomes an issue, I started my job April 28 and I've yet to travel.  I have one travel day next week and I'll be home by 3pm...  But OMFG it's travel...  The way my husband reacts to travel I might as well quit my dream job... Did I mention that I m lucky enough to have my dream job??? And I make 20k more than my husband, but the way he reacts I might as well quit and have us live in the poor house, course when I mention that to him I'm over reacting.  It's an f'ing lose lose here people and it's driving me insane.  And when I applied for this dream job of mine, totally supported by said husband he knew about the travel requirements... What the f do I do here?  Not only is this my dream job but we need the income that this job provides.  It's not like I hate my job or that he makes the majority of our income... Fuck it.  I'm close to a breaking point with the irrational alcoholic and about to choose my job over family.  And that is hugely against character for me...  It's almost like he isn't really family anymore, but how can I count someone as family with almost constant beratement and belittlement.

All I can say is John Lennon was wrong,  you need a hell of a lot more than love.