I woke up to the sound of a tow truck backing up, 3 a.m. Monday morning. I threw on my robe and rushed downstairs just as they were driving away with my pickup in tow. I yelled, 'Hey man, Hey! what's happening?" They yelled back, "Peace and Love".
This is NOT peace and love.
My husband pays all the bills. Except that he doesn't. Tuesday they shut down the cable and the internet. Wednesday my car was to be repossessed but I called just in the nick of time and explained the situation to the best of my knowledge.
And here is what I know: My husband of nearly four decades has not paid our bills in months. We get a pittance since he became disabled, but we can almost scrape by. I have seen signs of this coming and many times have asked, suggested, even pleaded for him to let me help him keep track of the bills, at least. Let me write things down for you at least. But he hasn't let me help or let me see anything.
I finally ransacked his whole area this week and found huge stacks of unopened bills. He cashes his check every month and pays the house payment. That's it. The rest has apparently all gone for groceries. He's big, he overeats and he overfeeds our dogs. He doesn't drink or smoke or have hobbies or a sex drive.
I tried to get him to the doctor this week but he refused to go.
I feel so defeated. We are being sued from our homeowners association because our trees are too big and crowding another area so I got estimates. $800. $850. $1000. So my husband says HE is going to cut down the branches.
Well if he tries I'm going to have to have him 51-50ed... he is DISABLED and can barely walk much less climb huge trees. Plus my truck is GONE so we have to way to haul the mess. My car won't start, either, but that's another issue.
I took his wallet, his keys, his id's, and all the bills. I made out a budget for December but there's nothing here for food, nothing for Thanksgiving, and Christmas is cancelled.
This could have all been avoided if he had let me help him.
I haven't talked to him since Tuesday. He's here, and I'm here. I'm disgusted, and angry, and scared.
(I could most definitely use a blunt, but we have no money. Come to find out the November money was gone two weeks ago.)
He has nothing to say. Nothing. He just sits there on the couch watching tv like everything is fine. I tried to talk to him about the truck, and he said he doesn't care.
I replied harshly. "Clearly, husband, you don't care. I get it. But other people in this family DO care, and you could have let someone around here know what the hell was going on."
The kids don't know what to do, and they all have plenty of their own problems, you know.
I don't know what to do either. I am just sitting here in the dark, as sober as I have ever been, staring off into space...
This is NOT peace and love.
My husband pays all the bills. Except that he doesn't. Tuesday they shut down the cable and the internet. Wednesday my car was to be repossessed but I called just in the nick of time and explained the situation to the best of my knowledge.
And here is what I know: My husband of nearly four decades has not paid our bills in months. We get a pittance since he became disabled, but we can almost scrape by. I have seen signs of this coming and many times have asked, suggested, even pleaded for him to let me help him keep track of the bills, at least. Let me write things down for you at least. But he hasn't let me help or let me see anything.
I finally ransacked his whole area this week and found huge stacks of unopened bills. He cashes his check every month and pays the house payment. That's it. The rest has apparently all gone for groceries. He's big, he overeats and he overfeeds our dogs. He doesn't drink or smoke or have hobbies or a sex drive.
I tried to get him to the doctor this week but he refused to go.
I feel so defeated. We are being sued from our homeowners association because our trees are too big and crowding another area so I got estimates. $800. $850. $1000. So my husband says HE is going to cut down the branches.
Well if he tries I'm going to have to have him 51-50ed... he is DISABLED and can barely walk much less climb huge trees. Plus my truck is GONE so we have to way to haul the mess. My car won't start, either, but that's another issue.
I took his wallet, his keys, his id's, and all the bills. I made out a budget for December but there's nothing here for food, nothing for Thanksgiving, and Christmas is cancelled.
This could have all been avoided if he had let me help him.
I haven't talked to him since Tuesday. He's here, and I'm here. I'm disgusted, and angry, and scared.
(I could most definitely use a blunt, but we have no money. Come to find out the November money was gone two weeks ago.)
He has nothing to say. Nothing. He just sits there on the couch watching tv like everything is fine. I tried to talk to him about the truck, and he said he doesn't care.
I replied harshly. "Clearly, husband, you don't care. I get it. But other people in this family DO care, and you could have let someone around here know what the hell was going on."
The kids don't know what to do, and they all have plenty of their own problems, you know.
I don't know what to do either. I am just sitting here in the dark, as sober as I have ever been, staring off into space...
keep your head up and keep on keepin on...