Yesterday my husband graduated with the Master's degree he's been working on for the past three years. I'm so proud of him and the work he's been doing. So why were the tears I shed not tears of joy and pride? I was able to pass them off as such but I know they were tears of self pity. When I saw the Master's students with their hoods, I got a little weepy. But I completely lost it when the PhD grads walked in wearing their fancy regalia. Will I ever get to wear the silly hat?
The worst part of it all is that I can't talk to my husband about this. I want to be happy for him and do nothing to diminish this joyful time. So this afternoon, I'll go off to the class barbecue and smile and stand by like the supportive wife.
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