Pinch me... Seriously I must be dreaming...

Have I explained to everyone my weird living situation???

No, well settle in... this is a story.

3 years ago D and I started dating... at that time he lived with his parents on the East side of the state while I lived on the West side. Eventually D rented a house and then now he lives with my mom in my hometown where he currently works, while I live on the West side of the state in "Our" home that we built together. We spread our time between these two places. It sucks. D has been trying for about 2.75 of the years that we've been together to find work on the West side of the state.

In that time period I have learned many new swear words to call law enforcement background checks and the entire interview process... It was more invasive than a colonoscopy without anesthetic. I helped fill out the 40+ pages and seriously it's none of your business what kind of debt I have or don't have or what kind D has either for that matter. Culminating to us discussing why we would or wouldn't apply somewhere. Lets be honest as far as skeletons go... I'm the only skeleton in D's closet and since I'm living - not a skeleton. My husband is squeaky clean. He never drank before he turned 21, he's only been legally drunk probably 1 time and that was after a break up, and he's NEVER done drugs... ever. While I can say I've never done drugs, I can safely say that I've been over the legal limit more times than he has and it was probably before I was over 21.

One of the first background checks I had the pleasure of sitting in on involved the detective doing the background ask D if he paid child support because one of the questions he answered on a test indicated that he did... and there was no mention of it in his packet. D about spit out the coffee he was drinking and I yelled from another room... "I'd like to hear his answer on this one and unless he's paying child support on the cat his parents would too." Ultimately D bombed the second or third interview (this process of screwing with us took about 6 months from start to finish with written tests, oral boards, physical agility, another interview, the background, and then another interview) and D was not offered the position. After waiting 2 years he decided to reapply in spite of my reservations and well went to the interview and a cocky SOB asked why he hadn't filled out page 37 out of the 60 pages in the background packet... That was that guy's only question.

No, he didn't get that position either.

Anyways so this has been an extremely huge blow to D's ego. He's a great police officer, and he's a great guy... too good for those pricks in the nearby city. He tests well, goes to the interview and for whatever reason things don't go the way he hoped. So we were at that point of why are we putting ourselves through this. With the economy the way it is most departments are laying off rather than hiring so why keep putting ourselves through this when you have a stable job.

Apparently God had other plans becuase...

Last week D received a call saying a department that he interviewed with back in March or April... and they were going to start a background check on him if he was still interested in the position. This department is about 40 minutes away from "Our" home. D said yes. Then... he got an email saying that an officer from a neighboring county had contacted one of his references and he was number 1 on the hiring list.

Now with the "not negative" and this news D started getting twitchy... panicky... etc call it whatever but he was freaking a bit.

I had to pull out my worst case scenario cards. I pointed out that right now we've had one good thing come to fruition - my getting a new job. So 1/3 not bad.

Best case - he gets the position - we learn to live together full time and he learns how to do laundry including folding it and grocery shopping and he takes out the garbage!!!!
Worst case - he doesn't and we continue on as we have - no change.

Best case - the "not negative" keeps growing and in 2007 we have a b.
Worst case- the "not negative" goes tits up and we schedule a d/c. I get better drugs this time... we're talking valium or xanax for the night before and the morning of.

He felt better after hearing those things - because really both of these things would be great if we have them occur, but if they don't it doesn't change "us" we're the same... together and that's the part that matters most. Our relationship wouldn't change with the worst case cards... yes, it'd change with the best case but that's a good thing.

Today a message was left by the Chief of one of the departments...

D called back... he was offered a position. He accepted. We're finally after almost 2 years of marriage going to live full time together soon.

So... 2/3 not bad... we'll see what Thursday brings, but for right now... we're riding high with this news, because I really love spending time with my husband and the thought of being able to sleep with him 7 days a week (we work nights guys) is the sweetest thing I can think of.

So so far... NBHHY... lets keep it that way.