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Maybe this is just the romantic in me, but I just have a hard time understanding people who value their job more than putting effort into their marriage. (This would be true if the roles were reversed and the husband was the workaholic too). Your job is going to end someday, and after you leave no one will care what you did. Your boss is not going to take care of you when you're sick. Your coworkers aren't going to keep you company in the nursing home. Do you work to live or live to work?
I understand taking pride in your job, but if it ruins your home life, what's the point?