04-19-2004, 09:24 PM
I'm a cop, yes. That's the smartass title much like secretaries demanding to be called "Administrative Assistants", Cashiers being "Sales Associates", and Strippers being "dancers".
I work on the third platoon, 4PM-12AM. My friend works with me, and he is home until 3:45PM each day which means he is watching his children for all but 3-4 hours a day. That's the kind of situation I fear. He's obviously stepping up to the plate and putting food on the table (works 2 jobs on his days off, similar hours) while playing a very active role in raising his kids. Yet, he still catches shit.
I applaud the folks that make it work, but with marriage today being a coin flip how the hell are you sure you've got the right one? Can you afford the risk with the divorce laws of today being so anti-male? I guess you really cannot answer that until you find that person....
I work on the third platoon, 4PM-12AM. My friend works with me, and he is home until 3:45PM each day which means he is watching his children for all but 3-4 hours a day. That's the kind of situation I fear. He's obviously stepping up to the plate and putting food on the table (works 2 jobs on his days off, similar hours) while playing a very active role in raising his kids. Yet, he still catches shit.
I applaud the folks that make it work, but with marriage today being a coin flip how the hell are you sure you've got the right one? Can you afford the risk with the divorce laws of today being so anti-male? I guess you really cannot answer that until you find that person....