Weight of the world

Today was one of those days that I'm just in raw with emotions and so proud to be a trucker's wife.

A broker redeemed my faith a smidge after holding a load we'd been discussing over the weekend for today. Most will sell the load right out from under you (or in our most recent experience, while on the phone with you)...That's just the nature of the business right now and it's ruthless.

I dropped Daryl off this morning to do a 2 pick 1 drop, decent rate and he pushed through DFW traffic, Austin traffic and San Antonio traffic to get there just in the knick of time to be able to offload first thing in the morning.

In full transparency and because I feel these things should be openly talked about, mental and emotional health are often hidden or glosses over...I had a complete tear filled pregnancy inflamed emotional breakdown over ALL the things we have going on in our life related to pregnancy, home, business, just everything in life really.

It's about a 10 minute drive to the truck yard and every minute of that drive was filled with all the big feelings while dropping him off because frankly it's a rough time in trucking and my overly heightened hormones are in full force. Those who know me know I'm a bit of a control freak, a type A woman through and through. I'm not in control of so many things right now, and I'm scared and overwhelmed.

Bless this man's heart, he took a page from my book and deescalated the emotionally charged pregnant lady, talked me down from a full on hormonally charged breakdown and just let me feel all the things I felt, without making me feel bad about it. He got in the truck and went to work, with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

I truly don't give him enough credit for the shit show he takes on with me sometimes.

Thank you, my love, for being strong when I'm weak, thank you for letting me be a tearbag crybaby and helping me see the light. I miss you already and am so incredibly thankful for you being you