On Monday night, I waited anxiously for my husband to return home from our City Council meeting. He finally walked through the door just before midnight. The outcome was positive, and what we were hoping for, after weeks of deliberation, the Warwick City Council approved the new firefighter contract with a narrow win of 5-4. But as I watched my husband enter our home, he looked like he had just been in the biggest brawl of his life. Not a physical fight, but a battle that tested every ounce of his mental and emotional well-being. It was a “win” for our firefighters, the union, and ultimately the City of Warwick, but it sure as hell didn’t feel like one.
Everyone seems to have an opinion on this subject matter, so I thought it was only fitting to get a firefighter wife’s perspective.
My husband and I both grew up in Warwick, graduated from Warwick public schools and currently reside in what we both believe is the greatest neighborhood in this city: Greenwood.