Rocks and hard places

I've been doing a lot of soul-searching lately, partly prompted by life happenings, and partly prompted by the arrival of a very pleasant Spring. The latter has been more pleasant; it has compelled me to garden, start running again, and generally be out-of-doors as much as possible. The former has made me question several of my choices around career and education. I have not questioned those choices in terms of what I should have done, but rather, in terms of what I should do now that the details of an unfortunate occurrence have come to light. In struggling with my response to said occurrence, I have come to the conclusion that the needs of my family are paramount. I *always* come to that conclusion, but this time it means that I have to give up my expectation that certain institutions will conduct themselves along honorable lines. Not only do I have to give up that expectation, but I have to remain at one of those institutions and put up with the kind of dishonorable conduct that I could never pardon in my own behavior. It sticks in my craw, to put it bluntly, but if I leave in a righteous huff, I will have lost 3 years, with no guarantee of ever getting back on track w.r.t. my preferred profession. Our long-term goals cannot spare those 3 years, and in light of others' assertions that other institutions are no more honorable, I do not have a choice but to live with slimy practices. I am disheartened, but perhaps this will be a strange sort of motivation to blow through the rest of my work, if only to get as far away from the situation as soon as possible.