Yeah, I found the above telling, as it appears Herbie did as well, that you said that you have a new job, and you have a new schedule but you think that perhaps it's her that's having a hard time adjusting? I have news for you brother, any time you make a change in your life, you change too. Sometimes you change little, sometimes you change a lot, but you are not the same person you were, not 100%, then before you took the job. Listen to her and find out what it is that she wants and needs and then see if you want to give it to her. That's what relationships are about, right? When my wife Barbara (Babs) tells me that something in our relationship is broken, or that she is unhappy for some reason, I immediately stop what I'm doing and listen, and believe her. She sees me much more clearly than I see myself at times, despite what my penis would have me believe, and she tends to be THE expert on what makes her happy and not, see? So it pays to listen to her...
Babs mentioned to me gently a few times that I seemed distant sometimes when we talked. I didn't feel any different, yet decided to pay more attention and see if she was noticing things I wasn't. And she was. I remember one instance in particular, (My wife is a homemaker, caring for me and my 14 year old autistic son who is home schooled) where she suddenly stopped talking and walked quietly away saying, "I'm sorry, I can see you're not interested in this, I shouldn't be trying to cram it down your throat." The reason it sticks out in my mind is that she was telling me about a tv show, like Oprah, or some such, and the thought going through my mind at that moment was, "Good God! Please! I've been puked on, pissed on, spit at, told a family that their baby is dead and going to stay that way, will you please stop yapping about Oprah!!" I've never felt, and in fact may have never been, a bigger asshole in my life than I was at that moment. And I've been a pretty big asshole at times.
She was good enough while standing by me throughout medic school, she's good enough to shoulder all of our home responsibilities while I run around playing macho medic, but I'm suddenly too good to hear about her day if that involves something interesting she saw on television? Bullshit, right? Do I now want to hear about what's happening on Oprah? Actually I do. Babs is smart, and kind, and sexy, and funny, and the things she wants to talk about are most times smart and interesting. Plus, she needs my time, and even more important, she needs my attention. The world tells our mates that we are something different because we're in this profession. That we're somehow braver, and more competent than meer mortals. Not Godlike like hosemonkeys of course, but somehow better than most. And our mates need to know that we're not buying into that hero bullshit. That we're still husbands, fathers, boyfriends and fiances first, and the rest is work.
Is our job different? Sort of. In most jobs if you had to work 60hrs/wk to make a living you'd tell them to go and fuck themselves. In EMS for some reason most are willing to give up a lot to stay. Me included of course, as I type this from my little FEMA trailer at the end of the world. Is it more stressful? No, I don't believe so, and we need to stop telling ourselves that it is. Even when I've been bloody, or running to the ER with my sphincter chewing big chunks of styrofoam out of the seat Ive not found this job to me worse than many others. I've stressed harder wondering how I was going to get hay up before a big storm, or get a roof on a house before it snowed.
And just a few assides. First, I think that sex makes an awesome barometer for a relationship. If you are spending more time 'working' on your relationship than you are spending getting naked and sweaty, then it IS time to sit down and figure out what's broken. Stop what you're doing right now. Go in and screw your brains out, and THEN talk about what's going on with this new job...You'll both be less defensive, more receptive, less rushed..(.and besides, by the time she's done yapping about all of that you'll be ready to hit it again! Ok, so maybe that was insensitive.) And with that, I swear to God, I have made my one and only incursion into your sex life...
Second, isn't 7 years a long time to be engaged? Isn't it time to shit or get off the pot Mr. Heroic life saving EMT guy???
That's what I've got brother. Like most of my opinions it's likely mostly bullshit, but if you're able to find something in there that resonates with you then maybe it will help.
Dwayne