Dear General Public,
I'm married to a police officer - someone who runs toward danger when everyone else is running away from it, someone who will miss seeing his baby's first steps because he's busy protecting another child from an an abusive parent, and someone who regularly sees gruesome scenes, including death, yet comes home to smile and laugh with his toddler. There are many reasons I'm beyond proud to be a part of this group of spouses, but there are just as many reasons it's not easy being a police officer's wife.
When you kiss your spouse goodbye before they leave for work, do you ever have a real fear it could be the last time? I can't think this way, because if I do, it would consume me. But, I'm also human, so the thought does creep in every once in a while. And I know it's not easy for him either. Deciding to be a police officer takes bravery, and it's hard to be the one people blame for things when really all you're trying to do is protect them and their community.