Someone Get Me A Mirror

by Melisa
(Sandusky Oh)

Now, when I first found this site I loved it and thought that it was a great thin. I figured I could find some support in other truckers wives, but a lot of what I have found on here is bitterness and anger.

People look for positive help and and they get told "well you're a truckers wife/girlfriend, he's going to cheat on you."

I have voiced my opinion that my fiance is not cheating on me. Many people have essentially told me that I am delusional. So here's our story.

My trucker had a child at 17. He got charged with a receiving stolen property and 19(felony). At 24 he found his wife in bed with his best friend, and then when he just wanted the divorce over with quickly and STILL wanted to trust her, in haste he signed divorce papers that signed away the rights to his son.

At 38 he is now starting trucking, and getting to know his oldest son, while helping me raise my daughter and our son.

I first got engaged at 18. I had known the boy for 4 years. we lived together for a year when I found out I had Chlamydia. I had been checked the previous fall and hadn't been with anyone but him. Not exactly a friendly end to our relationship.

I then got back together with my childhood sweetheart and we had my daughter when I was 20. As I went through nursing school at the age age 22, he refused to work, so I worked full time and went to school full time. When he did get a good job, he messed it up.

I couldn't handle ti any more so I left. I was done I didn't want anything to do with nursing, or relationships after that. I met Ian while serving tables at the Holiday Inn.

We were two people that just didn't care. when I got pregnant we decided to try. Well that didn't work very well for us. Finally after a lot of soul searching, mistakes, and tears, I decided to go back into nursing, which was easier than I thought it would be at first.

I encouraged Ian to go into trucking, knowing his passion for driving. Knowing that I could trust him not to sleep with another woman. Then we got lucky enough that he got a dedicated run and is home almost every weekend.

we've been homeless, we've been dirt poor, we've done whatever it takes to survive. And we've done it together. Now we are stronger as a couple for it.

No one has our story, just as no one has any of yours. When people ask for advice lets take some advice from our parents. If you don't have anything nice to say , Don't say anything at all.

Lets try to help each other make it through the rough times. Lets stop thinking we know everything, we all sound childish when we whine and complain abut how bad our lives are. just think it could be a hell of a lot worse. Try sleeping in a cemetery.