I was reading all of your stories and was laughing, probably the onset of a mental break-down.
After almost three years now, I've figured out that all I'd really like in life, at this point, is a conversation with my husband that has nothing to do with trucks, trucking, loads, traffic, maps and directions, or anything else having to do with why he's always gone.
It started out being something he knew how to do from his early 20's. After we moved to Wisconsin and construction became a luxury, because of the poor economy, he decided to go back to driving.
I hated the idea then and almost three years later I still hate the idea. I suppose I already knew there were a lot of people out there who feel the same as I do.
I came looking for someone to relate tonight because I just got off of the phone with him and I'm more upset than usual. Maybe it all comes down to trust...well it seems I don't have any right now.
He was talking about the road conditions and then how good the sandwich I made for his cooler was and then he talked about his boss and some of the guys who work at the same place as him and then he mentioned this woman who needed a ride, so he picked her up in southern Wisconsin and dropped her in Chicago. He acted like it wasn't a big deal.
I understand if another driver needs to go somewhere and you give him a lift, but to pick up a young lady with a puppy (his words)well, I just think that's wrong. Then he said she was a little mentally off. But he didn't say that until he knew I was upset. So, is it my imagination?
I don't know but I hate trucking worse now than I did when I woke up alone this morning.
