An Open Letter (or Blog Post) to My Future Boyfriend/Husband/Cats

I wish I knew who you were now, ’cause this whole dating thing is a real son of a bitch.

Anywho, you are one brave soul. Do you have any idea what you just got yourself into?! If there is time (aka no ring/we don’t have children/you don’t rely on me for nourishment and shelter (more for the cat who’s reading this)), RUN. I’m serious. You just opened and jumped into a can of crazy with no swimmies. Are you nuts?

I’m totally kidding.

As I’m sure you know by now, I am really good at deflecting my feelings with sarcasm and humor. I am sorry. I’m sure there have been multiple times you’ve wanted to either strangle me or tell me to be serious for a fucking second. I hope you chose the latter. It’s just my defense mechanism, and at some point, I will decide that you are worthy of the sometime serious me, and will drop the act. I promise. Just be patient with me. I just have a hard time letting people in. Usually, when that happens, I get taken advantage of and lied to. But I know I’ve started picking better, so I know you won’t do that to me. Right?

Have I told you yet about my relationship history? My track record isn’t that great. Unfortunately, I can trace that back to the 17 year old me, when I was in a real domestic violence relationship. Yup, you heard that right. Strong willed, loud mouth me is a survivor of domestic violence. The type where someone you love (and believe loves you) tells you every day how awful, fat, slutty, stupid, worthless, and unlovable you are. It really wears on a girl. Luckily, I got out before he killed me (which my mama was 100% sure he was going to do), but it took a while for me to shake it off. I guess that’s why I work so well with offenders and victims in domestic violence cases at work; I’ve been there.

How does it feel to be with someone who works in law enforcement? Being a probation officer is hard work, and I’m sorry if I bring it home sometimes. I appreciate the fact that you don’t mind being with a woman who can whip ass and take care of herself if need be, and give me the space to do so. But thanks also for allowing me to be a soft woman when I want to be.

Thank you for giving me the space to be independent. Thanks for understanding that my mom is my best friend, and that will never change. Thanks for fueling my addiction for Michael’s and all things pumpkin spice. Thanks for laughing at my not-so-funny jokes and for not being embarrassed that I say “fuck” a whole lot more than I should.

But mostly, thanks for loving the good, bad, happy, weird, fucked up parts of me. The woman who used to think she was unloveable.

All my love,

Erin (your girlfriend/wife/cat mommy)


Mother’s Day

I have an penchant for women who are funny and awesome and beautiful and strong. I love them even more if they are in the same field as me. Cause it’s a man’s world, babe, and we gotta stick together. 


My mother fits the bill to a T. She is undoubtedly the reason I have started this career in law enforcement. She’s the reason I love the criminal justice system, even with all of its faults. She is the reason for the woman I am today. 

Let me start off by saying I am not one of the women of the world who has always envisioned her wedding. Although I now have a Pinterest board full of these ideas (come on, there’s some cute shit on there. You can follow me at, I have always been way more into my career than deciding what I want my wedding colors to be. If you have always been one of those people, power to ya! You will have your shit together when you get married. I will be picking place holders and drinking heavily. 

However, I am now in that awkward stage where I have friends and acquaintances (mostly the latter) who are, and I’m not kidding, SPRINTING down the aisle. I may have my shit together in (most) other areas, but not in the marriage area. The thought of devoting my life to someone other than my dog or family right now scares the shit out of me. I bought a romper the other day and kept the tags on it because I’m not sure I’m ready to commit, for goodness sake. My 20 year old brother (who is in a 4 year long, awesome relationship with a girl I like a lot) is probably going to get married before me. And that’s okay. But sometimes, I get a little panicky. Am I behind? Am I going to be a spinster with 2 labradors? Will I actually have to adopt that Asian baby I talk about all the time?! 

So Tuesday night, I curled up with my mom and had the following exchange:

“Mom, do you think I’m ever going to get married?”

**Heavy sigh**

“Come on, I’m serious! It seems like so many people are getting married. It can make a girl a little panicky.”

“Honey, of course I think you’ll get married. Multiple times.”


Happy pre-Mother’s Day Mom. I love you, too.