My husband (we're still not anywhere in our divorce) is moving away September 1 so that he can live near the woman he left me and our kids for. He is going to severely limit how much money he sends me, even though he expects me to feed and house our two children.

I am sick that he is moving. This is very real and very final, and even though I know that after all he has done that there is no way we could ever reconcile, ever since we passed the date of our 26th "non" anniversary this summer, I have been an emotional wreck. I cry over everything, and it doesn't even seem to matter where I am when I break down into tears.

One of my fears is that he will now abandon our children as his father abandoned him. He hasn't talked with them about seeing them once he moves or how he plans to see them after he moves away.They are very worried, but they won't bring it up with him. I can't bring it up because he becomes very angry and verbally abusive if I approach him with anything about anything, let alone our kids.

My other fear is about money. I will confess that I have been worried about money as long as I have been married to him. He can't control his spending and he bankrupted us and we lost our house about five years ago because of him. But now that it is just me to provide for the kids, I am almost deathly ill with my concerns about money. I do have a good job. I make money. But I don't make the kind of money to support all three of us. We were a two income family almost down to the last dollar every month. How will I ever do this on my own? My kids are not young. They are 17 and 21. We have always tried to coddle them. But do I have to make the 17 year old go to work to help pay the bills? (And that's assuming he could even find a job around here where things are so tough.) I can't even imagine this. The 21 year old is in college. Getting her through her senior year will take every last dollar that I have, and also that I can beg from my brothers and my mother. I am not proud of this. Thank God they are generous people (and my brothers are well off) and they are willing to help her because she is a really good kid, they love her, and like I said, they are generous. But this is not the person that I want to be.

I am looking for a second job, but so far I have had no luck. It's not like I am picky either. I would pretty much take anything that came along. (I did get two small painting jobs. I painted a friend's kitchen and bathroom and another friend's bathroom and earned some cash. But these jobs don't come along every day or even every week or once a month.)

When it comes to money, I worry about everything. Heating and cooling the house. Paying for food. Can I even clothe my kids at this point? I am not sure. I am really not sure.

And he is dancing blithely off into the sunset, telling me I have always made mountains out of molehills and that things will be just fine if I shut up and stop being so negative. Really? Because things weren't fine when we went bankrupt and lost our home. How are they supposed to be fine now?

To make everything worse, my therapist seems to have ditched me. I have not seen him since before the 4th of July, and I can not get him to return my calls to set up an appointment. (He has no secretary. If you can't get him on the phone you have to leave a message and he is supposed to get back to you.)

At this point after so many calls, and over a month later, am I to assume he has also abandoned me? Aren't there any ethics about this? Do I just start shopping for another therapist? It took a really long time to find this one.

Sorry to be such a sad sack. I had so hoped to be much farther along in my recovery.. I thought I was, but the "non" anniversary seemed to cause a real setback.

I really want to just give up. I think I am at the end of my rope.