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.

I can’t take it.

I just can’t take any more. Three days before Christmas I found out my “husband” had been having an affair and she left him. He was trying desparately to get her back. He was so broken up about it (and I guess everything else in his life that he thinks sucks) that he became suicidal.

Then he got suspended from work on December 29 for 1 week for insubordination.

January 12 I had to put Gypsy to sleep.

Then he got demoted (from a management position) on January 17 and my in-laws cut off our monthly loan on January 18.

He says he wants to “work things out” (yeah, now that you have nothing you want me; thanks!), but I basically want him to fall off the edge of the earth.

Add to this that we don’t have any savings mostly because of me making bad decisions. There was some necessary spending/over-spending and quite a bit of spaving, but I can think of several books, downloads, etc. that I really didn’t need to buy.

On the plus side, I’ve made a budget, committed to a no-spend year, and am going through Dave Ramsey’s Financial Peace University. I just wish the budget would swing telling him where to stick it.