It’s been a rough several weeks. Doors closing, others opening. I’m staying true to who I am. I may no longer be his, but a different door opened and that was real friendship. I will not go into what it entails as it’s not for all. But he is my friend and I do say my dearest friend.
I am growing and learning. I’m am writing more and wanting to get a dog ( but I must watch many videos and understand what I’m getting into) . I do not need many in my life. Just the chosen few I hold close.
im looking at not returning to my career as a patrol Deputy, maybe work court or part time to keep my certification up with the state. I do love wearing the badge and gun and being the first female patrol deputy for the county. I took great pride in that. But for now I can still be part of my family in blue and be on the dispatch side of the radio. I will try and do fill in work and then hopefully made full time. I’m stable financially and not being pressured to find work immediately. For I am being cared for until I can. He understands the trails I have gone through and will not force me to find full time, knowing my PTSD is tough. I need to heal those struggles. Then become the best dispatcher here.
He is my dearest friend and cares for me. Well, we care for each other. God did give us to each other but it was to teach us each what true love was and what friendship is and be there for one another.