The Detective’s partner had a huge bonfire/BBQ party a couple of weeks ago. It was all law enforcement, prosecutors, etc. And their families. One of the first people we encountered was another officer. This is what the Detective said:
“This is the wife.”
Seriously. That was my introduction.
And though I am not ignorant enough to think that any of these people will want to become my best friend, it would still be nice to have a name. As if the only thing a stranger would need to know about me is that I am married to the Detective.
*sigh.
Sadly, often that is the most interesting thing about me.
And a big reason why I am not a fan of going out with a bunch of his work friends. They have stories of being shot or shot at or shooting and I can talk about the boys’ third day of diarrhea. I get it. My stories don’t rival theirs.
But still.
As the wife of a cop, I understand!
But also, many of those guys already know about you anyway. He is one of the few officers that is happily married, and they know that. And his cop friends have probably heard him talk about you.
But those “parties” are miserable for the wife! We know no one. We have nothing to add to the conversation. And they talk about more than we want to know about their jobs. In our case, ignorance is bliss!
I am proud to be “the wife”. And frankly, if that’s all they want to know about me, I don’t need to be more than that.
i don't think that is the most interesting thing about you by far.
I'm just impressed that he introduced you at all. My husband will leave me standing there - usually because he can't remember the name of the person he's talking to. I keep telling him all he needs to do is introduce me by name and it'll give me an opening to ask the person their name. Sigh.