Well, I'm not sure how it's managed to last, but today marks eight years since my wife Trina finally said "Yes, I'll put up with that meathead for eternity", and what a trip it's been.
Managed to wrangle the weekend off, okay, I was ten days over my mandatory limit at work (love how the rules fly out at crunch time), and got to bugger off home for a few to spend time with the family. Got in Thursday, took the wifey to the city on Friday, saw Flogging Molly and Rise Against live, front of the floor, had a good night and even managed to hit up the club for a while after. Spent the rest of the weekend putzing about with the kids and finishing the move for the in-laws to their new place down the way from me. I'm now officially living Everyone Loves Raymond, just Scottish instead of Italian, less religion, more swearing and drinking.
Honestly, after all these years already, I'm not sure how my wife still puts up with me, or that I end up on the road at least nine months a year, out for 28-48 days at a time and back in for only 3-4 including the 4.5 hour drive each way for work. The money is good, but the tax you pay on a relationship being away for so long is high, and it takes a lot to make things work, especially when there's kids involved now.
Maybe this winter with some luck I can find local work finally that isn't in the well servicing sector, work 19 hours, get paid 14, never have a day off, and your crew is on more blow than Tony Montana while on site. It'd be nice to work a decent day, about 12 hours or so, have a day off here and there, but be able to actually sleep in the same bed as my wife rather than some urbanized work camp bed that I have to pay to upkeep, and maybe finally get ahead for a moment.