When I married the love of my life seven years ago, I had a good job making good money, and I was home every night. We bought a house, an SUV, and we had a baby boy. Then due to cutbacks, I lost that well-paying job. I got another one, but it didn't pay as well, and it became clear we would eat through our savings within the year.
I take my role as provider and protector seriously, so this was hard to face. I was offered a job that paid even more than the first one I had, but I would be on the road for three weeks at a time. How could I leave my family unguarded for three weeks? My wife and I came up with a plan. I would do this job for five years, enough to save enough so we could live on a smaller wage. As for how to protect my family, we got security cameras, an alarm system and two large German Shepherd dogs. We also bought a pump-action shotgun and I taught my wife how to use it.
A year later, all things were going well. One night I had the chance to come home early, and I thought it would be romantic to surprise my wife. It was about 10PM when I arrived. I crept up to the door, silently slid my key in the door, shut off the alarm and then I heard a deep growl. Our two dogs were ten feet away, ready to eat anyone who had come in. When they recognized me, all was okay, so I made my way up the stairs hoping they hadn't woken my wife up, only to find I was staring down the barrel of a shotgun held by my nightgown-wearing, barefoot wife. She lowered the gun and said "Well, you're home early! Darn near got yourself shot!"
And I just got offered a well-paying job where I'll be home every night, so I no longer need to worry about my family (after that incident, I worried a lot less anyway)!
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