I can't believe. Thats it. its over. He moved in with that friend who has told him to divorce him. He said he never promised to come home last weekend,and now he's mad at ME because if we file bankrupcy because of his fucking shopping spree his motorcycle will get repossed. Who fucking care. It's 350.00 we don't have. I am sooooooo Fucking angry. Throwing everything in the house. He has everything. I am so sick of it. Dammit, can't I get a break here. I'm am so sick of the poor me thing with him. He bought the fucking bike after spending 15,000 dollars on nothing. Thats it I know its over. Now that he is with this guy its done. This guy ruined us. He wasn't suppose to move in with him. Thats what was saving us. My one little bit of hope gone. Why. It was suppose to get better. Everybody whose spouse is BP told me it would get better. I was dumb enough to believe them. Fooled again at least it was on April fools.
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