I am a Police Wife
I have an issue, and I see that it is only my issue.
You see I am a Police officer’s wife.
I don’t have sympathy for criminals.
I don’t care if you think the cop was a jerk, I am on his side.
When I find out about a cop being a jerk, I want to see him hang; he put MY husband in a bad light.
When I hear friends and family saying negative things about cops I wonder what kind of criminal they are.
I have found that not all criminals are bad people, and some good people are criminals.
But I am sure most people can at least understand that.
I get fired up, angry almost, when I hear people talk like it is no big deal being a cop, or being married to a cop.
Don’t get me wrong, being a cop is just a job like being a janitor, banker, or CEO. Okay well a CEO would make a heck of a lot more money!
There are differences however. There are things about this life that people on the outside may never fully get. It is hard to truly understand the worry a wife goes through when she hears the cop sirens going off and cannot get a hold of her husband. There is a worry when he says he cannot tell her what happened at work today. There is a slight worry when he is called into court for something out of the normal. There are worries when, 6 hours after the end of a shift he is still not home, but there is a knock on the door.
With that worry there is also a pride. The cop is the one out there dealing with people the rest of the world would rather think didn’t exist. The cop is the one out there putting his life on the line for others. He is the one who deals with the verbal abuse after some drunk calls about her drunken husband.
There is also the simple feeling of being a single parent. Most wives understand this from time to time, a husband working late or strange hours. I get that. I don’t think police wives are the only ones who feel this way. Yet it is hard. The 12 hour days, changing shifts, training that lasts days, weeks, or months. Trying to schedule everything around a strange changing schedule is hard. Then when he is home, and not asleep, it is a change to get him fitting into our lives again, and again, and again. After 5 years it has gotten better, but not ideal.
Still the worst part is the feeling of being alone, like no one understands what it is like to be married to a cop. In my small town the police wives are few, and none of us very close. I tend to envy the army for the simple fact that most people of the same rank are around the same age, and they live in the same neighborhoods. They understand the dangers of their husbands’ job, and they know what is like. It is not that way for police wives.
I think this is why I write this, I think it is why I reached out to so many police wives online. I am not alone; I just had to get creative to reach others. And although we are not all the same as police wives, some of us are in big cities, some in small towns, some work for the city, others for the county or even the state. We all understand the strange stresses that this job brings to the family. And the pride we have for all our Law Enforcement Officers. I love this life. I am a police officer’s wife.