Would appreciate advice from the Kings of the Road out there

Oh, no! So very young. I’m so sorry. It’s said that losing a mother is even worse than losing a father young.

I hope that you at least retain some good memories of her, @supergreatguy.

You mentioned one of my favorite movies! The book was okay (the late Hunter S. Thompson was something else!)

But given that illicit drugs are definitely *not* in this equation and not even a drop of alcohol is permissible, I think it would much, much worse.

He keeps calling and texting and I’m not feeling well. Admittedly in grumpy mood, given that he actually woke me up.

Lots of things to do, but him randomly calling trying to get me to respond while I’m sick has really put a damper on the day!

 

Forget to mention-you are absolutely right about gut checks!

If something feels off, that’s because it IS!

 

Okay-UPDATE.
So angry I cannot see straight.

I have been avoiding him like the plague as I knew I could not handle this conversation. I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself and was telling him that he is being conned and his arrogance about how accomplished his is with his work with *undisclosed organizations* makes him the indisputable expert.

He remains defiant that he can and will do this and that I obviously cannot meet the “requirements”. Supposedly, this lady is soooo experienced and yes, apparently SHE has done it herself! Of course, he would say so *after* I asked!

I cannot the stand the “I’m a man, I’m experienced, I’m old enough to be your father, therefore I am infallible and always right, never wrong” attitude.

He always knows best!

I said if I am to proceed, I MUST have certain requirements met. He refuses to even to hear them.

I am incapable of meeting *their* requirements, therefore, NO.

I said, fine, find other another driver and good luck to you both.

He’s going forth talking to this animal abusing and human endangering POS tomorrow, but is worrying that he’s going to lose my friendship over this.

Right now, I’m ready to blow up the bridge!

Everything that we have built in in this friendship since first meeting in 2008 is about to go in flames.

I sure could use some support right now.

 

Omg, I can’t stop laughing! The perfect mix of wisdom and humor!

Sir, you are a tonic to my poor frazzled brain and while my poor brain is worn out, I do believe you’re married? If that’s correct, your wife is one lucky lady (but I suspect she already knows that). If not, don’t *dare* tell her some random chick online said that because I’m NO home-wrecker and the last thing I want to is to p!ss off someone’s wife!

I seem to do that naturally, just by simply existing, so please, don’t send her after me!

A wiffle bat, yeah, that might be a good solution *thumbs up* It certainly won’t beat any sense in to him, but it’s better than something more lethal, right?

RIGHT!?

Maybe I should look into one of those punching bags? Any rage solutions that don’t involve guns or knives, welcome!

I really do try to maintain a peaceful demeanor and just walk away from conflict.

Dad did that, too, MOST of the time. But if you cut him off? Oh NOOO!!!!!

He would scream, rage, and on occasion, threatened to roll over the *bleep bleep bleepity bleep* in front of him who suddenly swerved and cut him off into the exit lane at the last minute. Cue young me screaming “DAD, NOOO, you’re gonna roll over her!” He was so blind with rage, shifting gears, and inching up…

“Magic moments..”

He always swore up and down “The day they put one of those boxes in my truck is the day I run all these 4-wheelers into the wall!”

It was a strange dichotomy…he was the man, who, early on in his trucking career, hauled containers (still can’t see a Maersk container that is likely older than I am, still in use and not be amazed), who had his 5th wheel detach on the highway and luckily, roll off onto the side of the road. If it hadn’t, he would have put himself in front, to prevent killing anyone else.

I’m guess I’m bleeding all over the screen here, but I’ve lost so many loved ones. Friends and family, both. I care about my friend and him sending me a message just now stating “I guess you’re abandoning me over this, but I wish you’d reconsider” is traumatizing me further.

The last thing I want is for him to die because of his GD stubbornness.

If anything, maybe the truckers out there who silently read this thread and who have children and other loved ones might be extra careful out there and remember that if they die out on the road, it will have severe repercussions for those that loved them and who will forever be traumatized.

For those of us who love you, your safety is everything. In Dad’s case, he lost his life in an accident that was beyond his control.

I thank everyone for talking me down from this suicide mission, but it won’t stop my friend, unfortunately.

Wish I could just shrug my shoulders and wish him the best, but I can’t.

 

Well, unfortunately my whole post reply was wiped out, apparently.

This site is very difficult to nagivate on the so-called “Smart phone”.

I had an extensive reply to you @Sirscrapntruckalot and it’s gone. *cries*

But I want to thank you for both the comedic relief and the support *heart*