Financial troubles

My husband found out how much I have on one credit card. He. blew. a. fuse. Understandable. But he decided that we would separate our money. My paychecks from my part-time job would pay for groceries for me and dd (he refuses to eat American food and so gets food from his mommy’s house every week), pet supplies, gas for my car, and anything I buy for dd. I’ve agreed to not buy any books or homeschool stuff for right now. We’ll use his pay and the money from his parents to pay the bills.

So I went grocery shopping yesterday. Apparently, since I already have some canned food, I’m not ALLOWED to buy any more – even with “my own” money. The point of having a stock of food is to eat out of your stock if you cannot replace it, not to eat it all up when things are still acceptable. To me, that’s the whole point of having a stockpile. To have extra available for when it’s truly needed. I spent the rest of the evening in the basement just to not have to listen to his criticism. I’ve tried to get him to look at the news and I think I’ve pointed out to him things about the economy and the food situation in California, but I’m just the idjit wife. It doesn’t really matter what I say or think. It doesn’t matter who my sources are (Peter Schiff and Gerald Celente).

I pretty much hate him. He brought home an apartment locator mag “by accident” last night. I was looking through it hoping that I could find something that would even be close to my monthly pay. The regular apartments that take pets were all too high, even for a 1-bedroom. I think I need to try to get hold of a free attorney while my husband’s away on business next week so I can find out how everything would work out if we left. I hate being here when he’s home.


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