My husband has been attempting to pursue a career in LE. He applied with several local agencies all to no avail, but we didn't know why. Finally, when he had his background interview with MCSO we found out that his
extensive criminal background - which consists of fishing without a license and one count of misdemeanor possession of paraphernalia from 1988 - combined with some "inconclusive" answers during the polygraph (for two different agencies) has rendered him pretty much ineligible in the state of Arizona.
It has been six months since my husband went to see a recruiter about re-enlisting (at 38
) in the US Army. We agreed that if he truly wants to pursue LE that this is going to be his only option. So we will be going back to the recruiter in the next few days to sign his soul over to Uncle Sam.
I'm not going to lie, I am not real thrilled. I don't look forward to packing up my house, getting rid of our pets (some that we have had longer than we have been married), quitting my job (okay, I am kind of happy about this one), and moving away from my mom. This means my kids will no longer be 5 minutes away from their "grammie" and I will no longer be able to see my 10 year old niece who I have helped raise.
I'll be busy over the next weeks sorting and discarding things that have been sitting in the closets and garage over the last 7 years. I only hope that wherever the we land I can try not to resent his decision. It breaks my heart all over again when I think of the fate of our animals. I know that most of them end up euthanized either due to their age, breed or temperament. Four of the cats are in the 10-15 years, one of the dogs is a pit bull and one of the cats is just a mean little stinker. *sigh*

It has been six months since my husband went to see a recruiter about re-enlisting (at 38

I'm not going to lie, I am not real thrilled. I don't look forward to packing up my house, getting rid of our pets (some that we have had longer than we have been married), quitting my job (okay, I am kind of happy about this one), and moving away from my mom. This means my kids will no longer be 5 minutes away from their "grammie" and I will no longer be able to see my 10 year old niece who I have helped raise.
I'll be busy over the next weeks sorting and discarding things that have been sitting in the closets and garage over the last 7 years. I only hope that wherever the we land I can try not to resent his decision. It breaks my heart all over again when I think of the fate of our animals. I know that most of them end up euthanized either due to their age, breed or temperament. Four of the cats are in the 10-15 years, one of the dogs is a pit bull and one of the cats is just a mean little stinker. *sigh*
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