With a 50% divorce rate among first marriages that's quite an accomplishment these days. And add to that he was a police officer and I was a police employee (Police Service Technician--we did most of the same things, just didn't respond to calls with suspects). Those statistics are even worse than average. I can use the fingers of one hand (not including the thumb) to count the first marriages in the P.D. that are still in existence today.
You always hear that the first year is the toughest for newlyweds. I found our first year to be a breeze and that worried me. I wondered why it was so easy. A couple years after we'd been married a friend made a joke about the arguments during the first year. I looked at her and told her we had never had any arguments of any kind. She couldn't believe it.
Looking back perhaps it was because we were on opposite shifts. He worked midnights and I was on days. He was sleeping when I got home and I was sleeping when he got up to go to work. The only time we saw each other was in passing at work in the morning or in the evening on his first night off. Needless to say, our days off did not coincide.
Somehow in spite of the odds, we managed to live happily together. I'm not saying it's been a bed of roses the whole way... Or maybe it has been. Most of it's been the sweet smelling petals and every once in a great while there's been a little thorn.
Here's wishing us a happily EVER AFTER!