sick of trucker life

I met my trucker husband, five years ago. We met on an online dating site, where he lied about what he did. If he would have told me what he did for a living, I would not have responded at all.

Needless to say, we met, I saw red flags, but being naive, I went for it anyway, and married a year later.

He never had any kids, I have four. He is one of the most controlling individuals, I've ever met. I think it goes hand in hand with the lifestyle of trucker.

It's a very "me" oriented career.

He is home every other weekend, which is great now, but in the beginning I wanted him to be home more. He was angry that I asked that at all. Now I never ask. His time when he is home, is exclusively his and his alone. You better never ask him for anything, especially money, or ask him to do anything around the house, or putting in a yard, things like that.

He expects me to wait hand and foot on him when he gets home, do his laundry just so, cook for him, clean for him, sex for him, etc.

I'm thinking of getting into counseling, so I can get out of this relationship. I felt it was important for a parent to be here at the home since he is rarely here, so I'm not working outside the home.

That, caused great conflict with him that I do not earn my keep. I think truckers have very little if any respect for women.

There might be a few, but the stories I hear about the other truckers he works with are similar to mine. He, defends the truckers not the wife. The fact they are truckers says a lot about them.

I was really emotionally strong when I met him, now, I feel I cant make any decision on any level. My advice to anyone out there who is thinking about settling with a trucker, is run as fast as you can, don't do it, they will bring pain to you and sorry to say the worst pain to the kids.

So, protect you and your children. Love yourself, respect yourself, love your kids, and protect them. A trucker will offer you or your children neither.

What they are looking for is someone to cater to them when they are not on the road. They love the freedom of the road, and look at the person they are with as something to use when they get home.

I wish I would have listened to my gut instinct, but I didn't. I'm looking for work, to get out of this, but it's hard.

I had a dream he murdered me the other night. He did, he killed my spirit.