I have the opposite issue. I want to drive, but family stops me.
Just after I was made redundant, I went through a divorce. (2006)
On the good side, I got the kids.
On the bad side, I cannot find a driving job that fits in with the kids.
As my kids were so young, I decided to stay on income support until they started school.
Now, I am job hunting again, I find myself looking for warehouse work. I don’t particularly want it, but it is something I am good at, and is something that generally makes the day go quick.
I would love nothing more than to be on the road again, but until my kids are adults, this wont happen.
My son would love for me to be driving again, as he loves his trucks. He insists we watch Stobarts together, (Love them or hate them, a truck is a truck.) He is always talking to my Uncle about what lorries he drives, and my uncle regularly puts pics up on facebook of his wagons for my sons enjoyment. If I have to take anything, anywhere, he insists I put the trailer on my car because ‘We are delivering something, so we should be like a truck’.
He is always telling me to get another lorry. I wish I could. In a way, I also feel like not being on the road, is letting him down.
The chap that mentioned about his wife adapting, you were lucky.
My ex-wife was a drunk.
My day was getting up at 5, walking the dog, driving to work, driving a 7.5 ton wagon on multidrop from 7am till 3pm-6pm. Getting home, driving wife to pub, getting home again, feeding myself and kids, housework, dishes, bathing kids, putting them to bed, doing more housework, getting a phonecall to pick her up, waking the kids to put them in the car, driving to the pub and waiting outside till she could be bothered to get out. (There were frequent lock-ins. Sat outside till 2am was common. 3am was latest.) driving back, carrying kids up to flat, going back to drag her drunken fat arse up, waiting outside the toilet for her to puke, p*ss and whatever else she did in there, draggin her to bed, cleaning up her mess, then walking the dog before I went to bed often after 2am. Rinse and repeat.
This happened every night for about a year before I got made redundant, then started a night shift in a B&Q RDC on forks. She continued to go to pub, but would not get home till the second I had to leave for work. I would get home at 6:30 am, get food then wake up the step daughter for school, take her, then get to bed about 9am. I would then be woken at noon for ‘my turn to look after the kids’
I was at the RDC for nearly 3 months. Then her birthday came. She went out Thursday Lunchtime. Come 9:30, no sign of her. She came home Sunday Lunchtime. I lost my job, I lost my patience, and I left her.
So respect to your missus. Although it is probably more common than I think, it is nice to hear that some women look at the bigger picture.
