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.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
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LOL. I also did not marry a cop. However, he started academy after 1 year of marriage (and a one month old baby ~ wrap your mind around that one). :) So It's different.... and I know first hand.
ReplyDeleteI didn't marry a cop. I married a CJ major who was still in college. So, I guess I *should* have known what I was signing on for! ;)
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