Annette Ruzicka, Eggshells (Pro Photo of the Year)
I didn’t see it coming. It had taken my husband five years to get into the police. For the first twenty weeks of the academy, things were unchanged in our home. I brought him cups of tea while he poured over textbooks and I picked up the slack around the house. Then the shift work started. He was barely home; and when he was, he was mentally absent, exhausted and distant. The loneliness was creeping in. I felt as though I was on the periphery of his new life. I started crying all the time. Communication stopped. Explosive fighting began. He said it was like walking on eggshells at home.