True Life: I’m a WAG

WAG: acronym for Wives & Girlfriends of Professional Athletes.

WAG: a highly strived & prized title so many young, superficial women who believe is all lights, camera & action.

WAG: stuck up women who just want to be famous & spend their men’s money.

True definition of WAG: a partner, teammate & soulful foundation of their significant other, who happens to play professional sports for a living.

Where do I even begin with this one? I’ve been asked so many questions about what being a WAG is like, as if it is some superb, unattainable title & world that I’ve magically made my way into. Sadly, the ‘WAG’ shows you watch on your tv are NOTHING like the real WAG world. In the show you see a bunch of Instagram models living in LA, being petty towards one another, taking luxurious vacations together & waking up with their weaves extra tight and face painted like a mofo. These shows and these women (who some I’m sure are wonderful ladies) have given us all a bad name outside of the sports world.

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Yes, I’ve been asked to be on multiple shows before, & I won’t lie, I entertained it for awhile. In my innocent & hopeful mind I thought I could use this huge platform to show what it’s really like as a WAG, inspire & promote confidence & strength to other women, after all that is my true calling in this life. How naive was I to think that, though? Immediately the producer wanted me to pick out a home via Air Bnb that was ‘my home’ for filming purposes. They wanted us to pose in a luxurious beach side home as if it were our own, and it made me feel very uncomfortable lying about my life like that, because that’s not what it’s like at all. I suppose chasing around my 1 year old in my Lululemon sweats with no make up & making ice baths for my fiancé wasn’t TV material.

As a young professional athlete you are constantly moving around team to team, city to city, trying to prove yourself. You may be on one team one day, another the next, and spend your offseason traveling & training in another 1-2 cities. Essentially, we are gypsies, so we don’t have a home base. Mostly we live in rented apartments with rented furniture because you never know when you’ll have to pack what little belongings you have to move to another city. This is why many athletes wait until their second contract or retirement to purchase their family home. So no, we aren’t all living in mansions, and at times we even stay with our parents in our childhood homes.

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Because of this gypsy lifestyle & commitment to your man’s ever changing career, many women are unable to work, by choice, not because they are incapable. Many WAGs are successful women who are college educated & have given up their careers or put them on hold so that they can be with their men & raise families together. Some of my best girlfriends were previously lawyers, doctors & established sales professionals. Can I get a job? 100%. I am a strong female who graduated college early in 3 years with honors, was financially independent in every single way, & worked for one of the most popular & ground breaking start ups who went public, before I left to be a top Senior Account Executive at the third largest software company in the world. Yes, boss bitch shit right there. And I gave it all up to sell everything I had worked so hard to build, sold my car, quit my job, packed my life into 3 suitcases & moved across the country to support the love of my life. But not many people know that about me, they just think I’m some ill defined WAG. Which leads me to my next point:

In the NFL at least, there is zero security & stability. No matter what your contract states, you can be cut tomorrow with no money guaranteed. You could be making $25k+ a week one week, and be unemployed with no income, severance or promise of a job ever again in the industry tomorrow. You could be with one team today, and get a call into the office tomorrow saying you’ve been traded or released. It all happens so quick. Everything happens so quick. And that’s frustrating to many people around us, understandably so. We’ll call our family or friends & try our best to make plans, but then an event comes up that we have to go to, or we made the playoffs, so now our flights have changed. Or Tyler got a call this afternoon at 3pm so we can’t make dinner because he has to be on a flight tonight to Denver for a tryout. IT. ALL. HAPPENS. SO. FAST. You learn real quick to adjust on a whim. Literally, your entire life & livelihood can change in one second.

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I know all about adjusting. I’ve seen just about it all. I’ve seen Heisman talk, the draft process & stress, the long, brutal training camp, the preseason hype, journey to the Superbowl (twice), & of course, what seems to be unavoidable in the NFL, injuries. Having just come off our third invasive & season ending knee injury, I’ll dig deeper into this subject. Every Sunday when you watch a game & see a guy go down, many people think nothing of it, or ‘there goes my fantasy.’ When I see it, my heart breaks for the player, even if I don’t know them personally, & I pray for him & his family. There he is one second playing out his dream career, making money & getting the opportunity he so desperately worked his ASS OFF for, the next, it’s gone. And when you see an injury happen, whether it be a bad hit or a a bad planted foot, you know it when you see it. The player knows it, too. Each time Tyler tore his knee he knew right away, and believe it or not, all three were non-contact, just shitty fucking luck (excuse my language here, but what else can you say on something like this?)..

Tyler went from being a breakout star in preseason to a forgotten hero just like that. Gaff is out, the next guy is up. So easily you are hyped up, given confidence & a promising career, & next thing you know, they don’t care about you. Your paycheck gets cut to 2/3’s, and you still have a 12 hour work day away from your family & participate in everything but practice & games. You’re a part of the team, but you aren’t. You work your ass off, you rehab all day, sacrifice your mind & body, go to meetings, but still have this longing to compete & succeed. After all, these men have gone their entire lives basing their careers and confidence off statistics. What happens when it’s gone? It really fucks with their head. And that’s when I come in.

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Being a WAG is so much more than the glitz & glam life style it is projected to be. Sure there are some pretty cool events, & it’s a dope feeling knowing your man is working alongside some future Hall Of Fame players & coaches. But aside from the occasional nice pair of shoes & free Nike gear, we live a humble life. No, I do not hang out with Giselle on the reg & yes, I’ve met Tom Brady (both lovely people, but there are so many more lovely people we have met & built friendships with). I want to say our lives are ‘normal’ but they’re not. I’ve spent the last 3 years bouncing back & forth across the country, becoming a first time mother, all while playing on again off again nurse to Tyler.

To give you a glimpse of the REAL WAG life, check out the last year of our lives. I became a first time mother while living in Foxboro, MA, across the country from both of our families who live in California. As if nine months of your body drastically changing, hormones shooting through the roof & the emotional toll your mind & soul take as you take on the most beautiful challenge in the world wasn’t enough, I gave birth to our first son & just six days later I was completely alone. Thankfully Jaxon was born a week early (shoutout Castor Oil), otherwise there was a chance Tyler would have missed the birth of his first child. Oh you’re having a child? Cool, go ahead and spend time with your family, we’ve got 20 other guys we could call right now that will take your place. It’s like that. Training camp had commenced & what many people don’t know is that this is not only the hardest, most grueling time- both physically & mentally, & the biggest mind fuck for each & every player for 4 weeks straight, but it is the loneliest time for the WAGs.

Every camp Tyler would live in a hotel room. This is not a choice, but a requirement by the team, no matter how close you lived to facilities. He would wake up at 5am, have meetings, practice, more meetings & treatment every day. Every single day was mapped out for him to the MINUTE. I wouldn’t talk to him all day, aside from the 5-10 minutes I saw him at open practice. Yes, a week out of the hospital, my fat ass lugged around our newborn to & from practice every day just so that we could see Tyler, and he could see us. After all, that’s all the time we had together. Like I said, I was a first time mother, alone, without family & without my rock by my side. It was hands down the most emotional time of my life. My nipples were bleeding from breastfeeding, I was sleep deprived, crying feeling helpless as I had a newborn who didn’t want to nurse or nap. It was one of the most challenging times of my adult life. However, as a WAG, I had a duty to fulfill. This time was not about me. Shoot, football season is not about me. It’s about survival. And my job has and always will be to support him. “How did you do today?.. How does your body feel?.. Are you comfortable with the playbook?” And the most important question of all, “How can I help, babe?”

Fast forward to the end of the season, this last February we went to Houston to experience our second Superbowl victory. And an emotional rollercoaster of a game it was. Tyler was inactive & did not play, however we had been a part of history, & somehow everything had led up to this moment. It was truly an unexplainable high. We did it. We got those rings.

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When we got home to Foxboro, the highways had been shut down and the Boston faithfuls, the most loyal sports fans I’ve ever come across, were honking their horns the entire way home. And when we arrived to the stadium late that night, thousands were waiting there cheering us on. It was absolutely magical. I’d never seen anything like it.

The next day we had the Superbowl Victory Parade. We went in exhausted from the previous emotional week saying things like “I’m not drinking today.” Next thing I know Rob G. is beer smashing on Tyler’s head and they all have their shirts off celebrating on the float while the city of Boston celebrated with us. Again, absolute magic. It was like a movie, and an amazing way to go out on the 2017 season.

Even though our season & Super Bowl experience was incredible & once (*or twice*) in a lifetime, I had never been so relieved- I got my man back. Going back to these WAG shows that take these luxury vacations with big girl groups.. ya, not happening. I didn’t see my man for damn near 6 months, best believe I am spending every second with him during the offseason. We went to Thailand for two weeks where we had the absolute time of our lives. It was such a beautiful country where we felt so free & like ourselves. We got tattoos, we ate good food, we swam naked, we jumped through fire (literally), we soaked up the culture & made unforgettable memories. Another high. How could life get any better?

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The day after we got back from our offseason vacation, we were hiking when Tyler got the personal call from Bill Belicheck. Bill & Tyler had a unique relationship. I believe they viewed each other less as player-coach, and more as two men who mutually respected each other and each other’s intellect and work ethic. But at the end of the day, like we all say in the WAG world, “it’s business.” And just like that, Tyler was unemployed. We didn’t see that coming one bit, especially considering Tyler had just signed a new contract with the Patriots.

So just like that we went from a Super Bowl Champion to unemployed. The next day Tyler flew across the country and spent the week there packing up our apartment, shipping our cars to California, and tying up loose ends, all by himself (I had to stay home with Jaxon). No goodbyes to team mates or coaches, no severance, no two weeks notice, just gone.

Over the next few months Tyler trained his ass off with other NFL players here in San Diego, CA. He had become the biggest, fastest and strongest I had ever seen him- it was truly remarkable to see what the human body is capable of. My job was to support him both mentally & physically. Every day I made sure to boost his confidence & remind him what a stud athlete he is, how ridiculous his body had become & how all of his hard work would eventually pay off. I also spent most of my time in the kitchen building meal plans that would align with his physical goals of adding healthy muscle weight while still being shredded. I know so much about the human body & nutrition through research & experience now that friends & family often come to Tyler & I for workout & meal plans. But aside from the pretty surface level things you see on Instagram, we both were going crazy. We had no idea what was next for us, we didn’t know if we’d be gone again tomorrow, where we would go, how long we would be there.. there were so many unanswered questions. There was so little that was in our control.

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And just like that, a Super Bowl champion & Stanford graduate was living back at home with his parents, his girlfriend & 1 year old son. Sure we could have rented a house- but why sign a year lease when you don’t know how long you’ll be there for? Why spend thousands on furniture when you’d just have to spend thousands more to have it shipped again? It’s things like that you have to consider in this life. And man were we frustrated.. We knew how talented & crazy smart Tyler was, how could he not have a job by now? Is it the agent’s fault? Is it ours? What could we be doing more of? Less of? There were a million questions we had. And then, right when you’re really pissed off, you get a call. Boom, “Tyler, here’s your flight itinerary, you fly out tonight to Green Bay & have a try out tomorrow.” This happened six different times before Tyler finally signed with the Jacksonville Jaguars. And just like that, in a matter of hours, my fiancé was gone across the country & I went from full time hubby to 3600 miles apart & living the single mother life again. Like I keep saying, it all happens so fast.

A couple weeks into a new organization, the Jaguars were flying to Foxboro to have joint practices & their first preseason game with none other than the New England Patriots. What an emotional feeling that must have been for Ty, flying back there, seeing all of these guys he considered his brothers and fought side by side in battle every day with. It was a build up of a week, he.. we.. just wanted to show them they made a mistake.

And then it happened. Again. I remember getting the call like it was yesterday, I’ll never forget it. The day before the big ironic game, Tyler called me to tell me he thinks he is seriously hurt. Before any tests were done… we both knew. I did my best to tell him it’s going to be okay, that miracles happen, that for all we know it’s a manageable injury, that there was hope, but we both knew deep down. Tyler went in immediately for an MRI where they found that he had torn his lateral meniscus in his knee. This was his third season ending knee injury. When he called me he broke down, I had never heard him like this before. Now Ty is the most masculine man I have ever met or known. He shakes things off, he has a good head on his shoulders & I’ve never seen him lose control or yell, I swear to you. But when he called to tell me this.. it absolutely broke my heart hearing him. We knew this was it for us, we weren’t going to let another year pass us by because of injury. I hated that he was alone, across the country with no one. I hated that he was in Foxboro of all places. I hated that he was in a new organization where he had no brothers or support around him. I hated everything about it. All I wanted was to be there for him, to hold him & tell him everything was going to be okay, but I couldn’t. We didn’t know anything, we didn’t know next steps, we didn’t know his job status, we didn’t know when or where he’d have surgery. We knew nothing & had control of absolutely nothing.

Fast forward a few days, we got everything in place & within a few hours I had booked an Air Bnb for a week, a rental car, and round trip flights to Vail, Colorado, where Tyler would be having his third knee repair. I had to get someone to watch Jax for 8 days (thank God for Grandmas), prep for him, pack a bag for myself & Tyler, & get on a plane later that night. Like I said, happens fast.

Trainers, like most NFL teams often suggest, gave us the option to do a quick knee fix, which essentially means it’s a quick fix that will allow him to come back & play in 4-6 weeks. What they didn’t tell us is that it meant max two more seasons for his career before he had a full knee blowout, guaranteed arthritis and a knee replacement before he was 40. The NFL only cares about what you can do for them now, they aren’t thinking about you or your family 5-10 years from now. Thankfully I’m marrying a smart man who thinks big picture & we went with the full repair. After waiting nine hours in the waiting room, I got the call back to see him post surgery. God, it was so sad. He was coming down from the drugs, he was nauseous as hell, it was not pretty. I wanted to cry for him & the pain he was enduring, I wish I could take his pain, but I still had a job to do. I was to be his rock & help get him through this.

We spent a week in Vail, CO to recover, which was actually quite beautiful & a great escape from reality. I will say it’s always interesting to see who reaches out to offer support & casseroles when you get injured vs. who reaches out when you’re playing well & wants tickets (best believe it is noted). Anyway, we went back to San Diego back to living with his parents until Tyler was able to walk again. He was in a knee brace, taking medication, & couldn’t walk for 6 weeks. He spent hours every day rehabbing just trying to flex his surrounding knee muscles again & gain strength. Within 3 weeks he had lost 20 pounds of muscle that took him 6 months of intense training & discipline to build. All of this meant I was playing mom to a 1 year old, cooking, cleaning, trying to work out and take care of myself, and play nurse and do everything for Tyler who was pretty much couch ridden. Oh ya.. did I mention that I’ve been pregnant through all of this? Oh ya, that too.

Ty began rehab right away, but he was unable to drive as he was on crutches for 6 weeks. So that meant I drove him everywhere. It was difficult for him to do anything, including going out and socializing, it caused too much pain standing around on crutches. And when we were finally able to have a date night, we got great tickets to a music festival where I pushed around a huge football player around thousands of people in a wheelchair (talk about a workout).

Thankfully the worst is over and Tyler is up and walking, working out with weights & has his goofy, fun & active spirit back. Our family is settled for the first time in our relationship here in Carlsbad, California. We own our furniture, we’re decorating the house, and building memories as a family in our first home together. After all Tyler has been through in his career, and this year especially, I’m truly honored to stand by his side as his wife-to-be. His strength is admirable, his ability to keep going during tough times is commendable, &  his determination in health, training, & doing absolutely everything he can to support our family is sexy as hell. He can truly say he did everything in his power & gave it his all. We gave it our all.

I know it might sound like I’m complaining a lot in this post, but that is not my intention. My intent is to shed light on what it really means to be a WAG, to tell you what it’s really like being in the NFL as both a player & a significant other who is by their side through it all. It’s a brutal, cold blooded business that I’m happy to say is in our past. These men are modern day gladiators who fight & sacrifice their minds & body every single day to support their families. Most of these women, the true partners that stand by their men through thick & thin, through injuries & releases, through changes in salary, status & emotional state.. These women are strong ass women that deserve more credit. This job isn’t for everyone, but the true ones last. Dating a man in the NFL, or any professional sport, takes an understanding woman who is loving, nurturing, their man’s biggest fan, & ultimately patient. These women are the rocks behind their men’s success.

I am forever thankful for all of the memories we have built, the people we have met & the thousands of lessons we have learned- both in relationships & business.  But in the end we chose to spend these years in the NFL because we knew what an incredible stepping stone it would be in our future, and now we are here. We are at that moment where we ask ourselves, yet again, what’s next? Except this time, we are in control.

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22 thoughts on “True Life: I’m a WAG

  1. I’m bored at work and saw on your insta you have a Blog so figured I would take a look =) I just wana say this post is ON POINT and I can relate soooo much (except about the part of being approached for a show… b/c…well…who would wana watch a show about the Jacksonville jags — haha!). You are your man’s support system, and any ‘WAG’ trying to gloat about some glamorous, jet set life style definitely isn’t as involved in her relationship as she should be. Yes, at times its cool as you mentioned, but a lot of it is just so uncertain, and you’re always catering to the stresses this industry puts on your partner, and now, YOU. Your blog is so sweet and empowering, I read a couple of the posts — This WAG one hit home, along with the ‘Friday Night’ one haha! =P

    Anyway, just wanted to leave a comment to let you know I read it, and liked it, and thank you ❤ Have a good rest of your day!

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    1. Colleen- thank you SO much for reading & your feedback!! These shows are just models they found on Instagram or girls who aren’t truly involved in their relationships like the majority of the ride or die’s in the industry who truly sacrifice everything. It is a brutal business & we definitely deserve more credit! Keep being a boss & ride or die for your man babe. Have an amazing week ❤

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  2. Thanks for sharing your journey, Kristen! I would have never known. Best wishes to you and your beautiful growing family. And this blog is great! Love reading or 🙂 God bless!

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  3. Kristen, read every word! You are SPOT ON! Trust that I’ve been working on that TV thing you mentioned and want to repost this article on WAGS Redefined (I’ll be reaching out soon). I’m so sorry to hear about Ty’s injuries. It’s so heartbreaking. My husband, too, has had multiple torn ligaments in his body (including ACL and MCL). So again, I can relate and so can many other WAGS. Thank you for being real and raw. This was a beautiful post. I’m praying for your family and congratulations on your new addition. You are truly a rockstar!!! I SEE YOU!

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    1. LeShonda!! Thanks so much for reading. Girl, so you know exactly what I’m talking about especially when it comes to injuries. Once they go down they are forgotten until next season, but there is SO much more that goes on, especially for the entire family. Thank you so much for your support, always praying for you.. and girl, I SEE YOU!! Supporting all WAGS. Keep shining!!

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  4. Hi! Wow what a different side to all the glamour that is portrayed. I’m a single mother of a son-who just turned 15. He goes to an all boys school, he’s kinda naive and he just got his first D1 recruiting call for a trip to their campus. While he is seeing stars and dreaming big, I’m freaking out!! Not only about injuries but mostly this really smart kind son is going to get chewed up and spit out and his brains are going to turn to mush! But wow the lifestyle sounds extremely stressful and not something I’d want for my son. I wonder being a mother of a son yourself, would you want your son playing football in college or pro? Any pointers or advice?

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    1. Hi Gina!! I totally feel you on freaking out! I mean it is a brutal industry, and as much as we say our sons are never playing football, I won’t ever tell them not to chase a dream. It is a tough sport, with a lot of stress & expectations, however if your son has the opportunity to compete at a college level, especially D1 or D2, that is an incredible opportunity for the both of you. As a single mother, you may be able to send your son off to an amazing college debt free on some type of scholarship. Also, if it weren’t for football, who knows if Tyler would have received a “free” education & degree from STANFORD, have an exceptional network that will help him later on in life, & instill traits such as teamwork, hustle & time management that has helped him become so successful. I would just suggest stay away from concussions & don’t be afraid to leave when he’s had one too many (one is enough for me!). Thankfully they now make impact reducing helmets called VICIS- you can request these at every level! Going into college I would suggest he talk to the equipment manager to make sure he takes every precaution to reduce the chance of injury/concussions. I hope this helps, and thanks for reading!! Good luck, mama! You’re a rockstar XO

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  5. It’s easy for people to sit back, look at your “life” on social media and think “must be nice”. This was an excellent read and a great way to shed light on the “behind the scenes” aspect of it all. I can’t imagine enduring a life like that. Kudos to you for staying so strong for your family! Sounds like your man’s true team is with you and the little ones at home ❤️ Great job with everything Kristen- all very inspirational 🙌🏼

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    1. It sure is easy to judge a book by it’s cover.. but a lot of times if you open the book, it’s an excellent read with lots of surprises, I’ve learned. Our team at home is better than any paycheck out there, baby. Thank you so much for reading!!

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  6. Hey there! So you don’t know me at all and this is probably the first time I’ve ever commented on a blog/post on someone’s account who I didn’t know (so I apologize if this at all sounds creepy)! I happened to stumble on your Instagram not too long ago and honestly admired the life you posted on. Between your stunning looks, handsome fiance and what seemed like effortless life of luxury, I was beside myself. How on Earth could I ever imagine having a fraction of what she does? Unfortunately, I don’t feel like I’m alone in this especially with the all-too positive life social media depicts. I want to be honest, when I first scrolled (and I guess stalked haha) your page, I thought well here’s a girl who has it all, and damn she did good by locking this one down before he went pro. When all you have is pathetic unrealistic TV shows, which are supposedly “reality”, you tend to think maybe the social media content is more authentic. It can make anyone envious of that life of luxury lifestyle where you assume these WAGS are sleeping in, working out, and wearing Louboutins to/from the pool where the rest of the day is spent working on a tan. It’s sad to say that I assumed that in your lifestyle until reading this. I honestly can’t imagine having to live life out of a suitcase like that and sacrificing a lot of yourself, who you work so tirelessly to become as a woman, friend and confidant, to make sure your man is at his peak, mentally and emotionally while his job is consistently breaking him of that. This post was eye-opening to say the least and made me much more appreciative of who you are and how you’ve been able to be one hell of a backbone to your man and little guy. It’s pretty amazing to see someone who has a badass attitude behind such a rigorous lifestyle. I seriously admire your tenacity and authenticity about everything, making it understandable for those who only get a birds-eye view of the situation. In all seriousness, you changed my view on the WAG lifestyle and how judgment can be so cruel to those with different lifestyles. This post truly makes you appreciative of the times your man gets to come home every night and relax with you, knowing he doesn’t have to travel so far for training or camp. Thank you for writing this and even creating this blog, it’s been such a guilty pleasure in between projects at work! Not going to lie, the more I read, the more I think to myself damn this chick and I would be pretty amazing friends hahah cheers to you girl, keep up the amazing work! I wish you only the best in the future! And congrats on your newest little dude, I’m sure he’ll be one hell of a stud 🙂

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    1. Alli- first off thank you so much for taking the time to not only read this post but also taking the time to share your thoughts. One of the reasons I started this blog is because I myself would look at other people’s social media and be like damn, they have it all together, they’re lives are perfect. But the truth is, life isn’t perfect. Everyone has their up’s & downs, wins & losses, but we only share what we CHOOSE to share. So that is why I began this blog- to share not only our exciting moments in life but to also be like hey, we’re real, we go through shit too. And my hopes are that it makes women relate & know that we are all just trying to live life & learn one day at a time. Like I said in this post, this lifestyle allowed me to go one of two ways- struggle & complain, or embrace & learn, and I’m happy I chose the ladder, because it has given me a backbone & confidence far outside of football. I’m so happy this was eye opening for you & you became more appreciative of your man at home, lucky you!! Thank you again.. more posts to come!! XOXO

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  7. I’m sorry I missed this one but glad I had the time and good fortune to read it. I am a lifelong NE fan and I can honestly say I was a big fan of both you and Tyler from the get-go. More than the talent, and the allure of what seemed like an almost storybook level lifestyle, I saw the love you two shared and it just felt REAL. Being in my upper echelon of life, I find myself more and more jaded and looking for the truth in people, beyond the surface. I was at those Training Camps when you first brought Jax…in the blazing heat. I watched you and just felt that you weren’t faking it for the cameras. I have screenshots of texts from my 15 year old son when Ty was traded…breaking the news to me gently. We are both huge fans! Know that some of us see the real in you and recognize the incredible work ethic you all have put into representing New England. You are missed. We wish you everything good life has to give with your new life in CA and the impending birth of your new little man. As a mother of 5, a strong piece of advice…stay in the moment. I remember crying over my 8 month old sleeping boy after finding out I was pregnant again (they found a cure for that!)…wondering how I could ever possibly find room in my heart to love anyone as much as I loved him. But your heart grows…nothing better than that! God Bless and please keep the pics coming on Twitter!! xoxo

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    1. Oh, the blazing heat of those training camp days + a week out of the hospital + post birth hormones.. what a combo! But it’s what you do for family & love. We miss NE & the organization, city & people will always have a huge place in our hearts. What an incredible time that was in our lives, but we are so excited for all that is to come. This note has been one of my favorites thus far.. Thank you so much, Nancy for taking the time to share your sweet words & the constant support you have shared over the years. Wishing you well! XO

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  8. What a great and interesting post! Thank you for taking the time to share your life story and give people a chance to see the reality behind all the glamour. I think it’s so important for people who are in a position like you to share a little slice of reality now and again. I’m very glad that social media wasn’t such a huge thing while I was a teenager (facebook really took off while I was in University). I feel sorry for all the teenagers today, particularly girls, who are constantly bombarded with images of the perfect life, the perfect body, the perfect clothes, it was bad enough when it was just Fashion magazines! You’re doing a great job, keep it up. Wishing you and your family well.

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    1. Girl, you’re telling me (re:young girls and social media). It makes me so sad seeing these teenagers in booty shorts and looking like adults.. thank goodness I so far have boys. It’s so hard with social media as everyone is deemed “perfect” and if they aren’t they can easily photoshop perfection. It’s sad but that is exactly why I write posts like these! Nothing is perfect and nothing is as glamorous as it all may seem. At the end of the day no one is perfect and we all have our own insecurities. Thanks so much for reading! XO

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  9. omg i loved reading this. i’ve been dating my boyfriend for almost two years now and he plays football at a d1 college. he has one season left before he graduates and he wants to go into the nfl. it’s already kinda hard cause he’s so busy all the time now and i can only image how much harder it’s going to be if he makes it. i didn’t know if i could handle it cause sometimes i question if i dan handle it right now. reading your post helped me realize that im not alone in this. it is lonely sometimes but you have to do what you gotta do for the man you love. people don’t realize the sacrifices we have to make so our man can live out their dream.

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    1. Hi Hana, if I’m being completely honest (which I try to always be).. it will get harder. MUCH harder. I look back now at our college days and think, man that was a piece of cake! These boys played because it was fun and they were chasing a dream. In the NFL, these men are chasing paychecks. Everything is different. BUT, going through the challenges, the set backs, etc… it will all be worth it because you are supporting your man & his dreams, and ultimately yours. You both will look back years from now being like damn, I’m so happy we did all that! You will experience more in these next few years than most do in their entire life times. You’d be surprised at how strong you are and how strong this life will make you. I wish you both nothing but the best!!!

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