One of the biggest challenges of being married to a first responder is the fact that they see awful things day in and day out, things that they don’t want to tell you about (or bring up at all, ever.)
If you’re married to someone who works at, say, a bank, it’s pretty easy to ask them, “Hey, how was your day?” It’ll probably be a lot of boring stuff, maybe drama with a coworker or two or frustrations with his boss.
At some point in your marriage, it’s going to be glaringly obvious how different you and your spouse are… and there’s a good chance it’s going to frustrate the crap out of you.
I don’t know whether that difference is going to be a fight over where to go to dinner, or if your husband accuses you of being too trusting (and you, in turn, accusing him of being jaded.) Maybe it’s a difference of opinion in how to approach your toddler’s tantrums, or how to deal with a wayward teenager. You think he’s too harsh, he thinks you’re too soft, or vice versa.
I just wanted to let you all know that my latest post for My Joy-Filled Life is now live!
If you’re not familiar with My Joy-Filled Life, it’s a blog mainly for homeschooling families. While we don’t yet consider ourselves a homeschooling family (simply because A is only a year old), it’s something we’re really excited about doing in the future.
I received a message from a fan a few weeks ago. She said she was feeling a little disheartened because all the information she was finding on police relationships was geared toward married couples, and she and her boyfriend are (obviously) not married.
She talked about feeling left out around law enforcement wives. How she felt looked down upon, and generally felt those around her didn’t understand her struggles.
I feel like this is such an easy phrase to apply to acquaintances and even friends, but when you try to apply it to a marriage, it seems to fall apart.
I know I hold my husband to my own standard of perfection sometimes that’s totally unfair. When he comes home from work, I sometimes expect that he’ll be the perfect conversationalist (since, after all, the only person I’ve talked to all day only wants to talk about choo-choos – I’m dying for real conversation!). I also expect him to be an engaged father and help with the chores somehow.
I also want him to give me a break, and make sure to thank me for every single thing I’ve done that day.
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While I don’t want to turn this little blog of mine into a “how to blog” blog (how many times can I say blog in one sentence?), this little blog of mine has been a huge blessing. I’m so thankful for those who inspired me to start it, and for those who’ve encouraged me in my journey.
So I want to explain a little bit about why I love blogging and why I think more people (especially first responder wives) should do it.
Theodore Roosevelt is often quoted as saying, “Comparison is the thief of joy.” This is so true, and such an important concept to keep in mind in the age we live in.
After all, we can easily tune into other people’s lives 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. We can more easily and directly compare our lives to others than ever before, and it’s making us sadder and lonelier than ever. So much for social media, right?
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My husband has wanted me to concealed carry for a long, long time… pretty much since I turned 21. I’ve wanted to, too, but I kept putting it off, even though I have my concealed carry permit.
The biggest reason was that I didn’t want to have to change the way I dress, and this was even more of an issue post-baby. I was having a hard enough time with feeling self-conscious about my body, and carrying in a purse is out of the question with a toddler.
This is a post I had planned to write, but when I came across Jericha’s story, I felt strongly that I wanted her to be the one to write this. While I have experience working with victims of domestic violence, I think this piece is much more helpful from the point of view of someone who’s actually been there.
Please share this article and keep it in mind, particularly in the month of October, which is domestic violence awareness month. Nearly 1/3 of US women report having been physically or sexually abused by a husband or boyfriend at some point in their lives. Even if you think it doesn’t apply to you or anyone you know, the odds are against that.
This is an important topic, one that deserves all the recognition and awareness it can get!
Being the outside observer of domestic violence can be one the most helpless situations you’ve ever encountered, especially when the relationship you are watching is that of a close friend or loved one. You know that they deserve better and you want them to be able to escape… but it’s not your choice to make.
On average, nearly 20 people per minute are physically abused by an intimate partner in the United States. During one year, this equates to more than 10 million women and men.
For four years my family and friends watched as I stayed in a physically, emotionally, mentally, sexually, and financially abusive marriage. “Why don’t you just leave him?” “Why don’t you just walk away?” These are the questions they would ask me, as if it were that easy.