I was married for 15 years before my first husband was killed in a car accident. He was a Barber and he came home every night. He treated me like a queen and I did the same for him.
So needless to say, now being married to a trucker has been a different experience. When I married my husband I was used to being at home alone so I felt like marrying a long-haul trucker wouldn't be much different. But with every new relationship it starts off great and he made me feel like I used to with my first husband but better (amazingly).
Everything was great for the first two years and then he just became more of a visitor to our home. I try to make each home visit comfortable and drama free. And he loves it but I want him to do things for me too.
I know he's been on the road and wants to rest but when he's home a week he lays around for the entire time and I want to do things outside the house.
If I take the kids out when he's gone, he complains that he's missing out on the family activities so I wait for him to come home then he's so tired he doesn't want to do anything so we have to miss out on activities.
About three years ago, he tried to stay home and let someone else drive his truck but he was so stressed and anxious all the time that he had to get back on the road.
Like most trucker's wives, I had heard about truckers having extra-marital affairs on the road, so I requested all of his text messaging records. I printed his call log but nothing.
He just loves driving. I feel as if he was better off not married. I sure was. I love him but I feel like I need to love him enough to let him go.
I believe HE'S MARRIED TO THE ROAD MORE THAN ME. At 39 years old, I feel like if I don't make a change now I will soon be too old to find someone new, someone who will want to take walks in the park, go out to candlelit dinners or just whisper sweet nothings in my ear.