I posted about this in my journal but I just can't seem to get past the anger so I'm going to post here also. Financial stress is a huge trigger for me so I asked DH to pay the bills and he reluctantly agreed. The phone keeps getting turned off and creditors are calling looking for their money. This stresses me out even more. So anyway, tonight I decide to take a close look at the last three months of bank statements for the three businesses he owns. He's made less money in three months than I make in two weeks (after paying for health insurance and cafeteria plan). No wonder he can't pay our bills. To top it off he's been telling his dad I'm lazy and just sit on the couch all day (I've been depressed) while he's out working his ass off and making lots of money. He is currently off deer hunting with his friends and won't get back until Sunday. He called tonight to check in and I didn't say anything because I figured I'd try and cool off a little first. Well, that's not working so well so I try to call him back and he's not answering which makes me even more angry. Our expenses are dramatically exceeding our income at the moment and we're going to have to make some serious changes. I'm totally stressing about this and I really need to talk to him. Every time I get depressed I consider divorce and this time is not exception. If I were alone I could have a nice house, a new car, money for retirement, and spending money. Meanwhile he is planning his next get-rich-quick scheme. I refuse to finance another one. I feel like I'm being taken advantage of. I've ranted to my friends and written in both my online and offline journals but I just can't let go of the anger. Thanks for letting me vent.
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