The house

John wants us to think about moving. We can't really afford the house payment right now. I'm torn between pissed off and depressed about it. I can't work right now and he knows this which he's not blaming me for. If my disability would have went through we might not be talking about this though. I'm mad because he's not working enough and I'm not sure I have the right to say that because I'm not working.  I feel like he's expecting to make $100 working 11 to 4. That's not happening. I never had that mentality when I waited tables. He should know better. That's why I get pissed. if he worked 40 hours a week there he'd make plenty of money.
I am pissed off. I worked 55 hours a week minimum before my health crisis. Yeah it sucked but I did it. I'm not saying I want him to go into restaurant management but there's other things he could qualify for. I get that he's stressed out about money but he can fix the situation. I can't. I'm about ready to just start looking for a job and screw the disability. I'd almost be less stressed out forcing myself to work even though my t doc says I'm not ready. I've lost so much this year. I don't want to lose my house too. I don't understand why his dad can't just refinance it for a longer loan to help us. I don't get any of it.