Saturday, February 4, 2012

Not A Cop Wife

For most of my adult life, I was a police officer's wife. That was a title, no, a job that I was PROUD to have. I took it very seriously. I did it well. I did not complain (well, not often) about the time away, the missed holidays, the pagers in the middle of the night, the bad moods when calls went wrong, and the whole political circus that goes along with law enforcement. I handled the chickies that follow men in uniform, the nicest nickname of which is "badge-bunnies", the rest, I won't print here, but make me blush. That was not really an issue for me because Ray is not that kind of guy, and I trust him. He does not even notice when I am flirting with him, much less a stranger! Then the wreck happened and things changed. We tried to take things in stride. He recovered, and went back to work. His first night back in uniform I was so, so proud. I had no doubt he could do his job. It did not work out. Nothing work related, but that is another story for another day. So he went to another department. Again it did not work out. We are trusting God that Ray is just not meant to be in law enforcement any longer. And that means that I am no longer a cop's wife. He had to learn a new trade, and is adapting well. So while I feel like I can totally support Ray in learning a new career, I DO NOT know how to be a crane mechanics wife! There is no cool club. No T-shirts. It is what it is. If I did not work in law enforcement myself, I think I would lose my mind. It is addicting, this whole helping people thing. You really can't walk away.