The Sacrificed Wife, A Doctoral Betrayal

I worked three brutal jobs a day for four years to put my husband through his Ph.D. while he battled ALS.

Yet in all that time, I never set foot on his prestigious campus.

It was not because I did not want to.

Every time I asked to visit, he had an endless list of excuses to brush me off.

Even when he finally completed his doctorate, he refused to let me attend his hooding ceremony.

“It is just a boring formal event full of engineering geeks,” he had said softly. “You would be bored out of