17 years ago, he bought a truck. My 1/2 unit that is. He bought a truck from my family's used car lot. I'd seen him before...Tall (extremely), handsome (takes my breath) wearing a badge. That's right. I fell for an officer. Well, sort of. He hadn't been one for very long, a few months in fact. I fell fast and within 10 months, I became a 1/2 unit. A spouse of a Law Enforcement Officer.
We've been married for just over 16 years, have 3 great kids and a life I wouldn't give or pay someone to take. But this life isn't an easy one. Most days, it's a leap into the great unknown. Because everyday when he puts the badge and the gun on.....well, I guess none of us know.
He took an oath, I made it mine. He takes pride in his job, I take pride in him. He gives 100% to the job, I give 200% to this crazy life.
It's more than being a supportive wife. It's more than worrying about him when he goes out the door. It's about learning to be a single parent, yet wearing a wedding ring. About living a life planned without him even though you are married to him.
I've seen several blogs about being a Law Enforcement Wife, many of which are great, but some I feel don't cover the feelings that well. Why? Walls, Amour, the fences; tools that we use to deal with the hurt, the lonlieness of this life. These are my feelings, mixed w/ a bit of country humor and honesty about being a 1/2 unit in this Whole Life. Come back for the next chapter.
