I just get back home and see him walking towards the house….I know exactly where he is coming from. I am praying I am wrong.
For days we have been trying to figure out how we are going to cope with just cents to our name. Last week I think I had popcorn for supper every night and bread and peanut butter at work….just so there was some cash for the meals for the weekend.
After lots of mmmm….and aaahhh….and calculating and figuring out how we will make it work…he asks for a loan from the bank.
While I am at work he tells me got the loan….
So for the afternoon we talk about what we going to do and make sure we pay it back asap before we drown further into debt….
The whole day he tells me he has been busy at work….been too busy to really talk to me properly….too busy to do anything else besides sit in front of the computer and work and read my messages and give 3 word answers..
But as I park the car and he walks up to me…I know it…so I ask… “you just come from Norman Goodfellas” he nods and then hands me his wallet.
So instead of the night I thought we would have of discussing our budgets and figuring out a repayment plan and figuring out how we are going to prevent this from happening…over and over again…
I am going to spend the next few days with a FUCKING drunk husband. The story of my life.
“There’s a light at each end of this tunnel, you shout
‘Cause you’re just as far in as you’ll ever be out
And these mistakes you’ve made, you’ll just make them again
If you only try turning around”
“Oh Breathe, Just Breathe
Oh Breathe, Just Breathe”
Think I am just going to jump into the shower…let the rain wash away my frustration….