So I was thinking about where to begin my story...do I drop you right in the middle of it all, asking you to take the journey with me, and see for yourself what it's like to be a Cop Wife? Or do I start at the beginning, taking the longer route---perhaps a bit more scenic, meandering---but either way, the long way home.
I start here: I did not marry a cop. I married a "good catch" who, after ten years of marriage, decided he wanted to become a cop. I used to have a "nice life." I had a reliable schedule. We had weekends off together. We had a sense of normalcy. He had a job where he didn't need to wear a bullet-proof vest.
Call me crazy, but I miss all that.