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Day
Eleven
What
a horrible day. Scott is snappy at me and the kids, and I don't really
blame him. He takes great pride at being the breadwinner of the family.
Scott let it slip that he used our emergency money to catch up on bills
a few months ago. I had no idea, until I tried to console him that we
had a bit of time until things became critical, because we still had the
emergency money. Apparently, a couple creditors started phoning him at
work, demanding money, so he paid them with our emergency money. The thought
he would be able to replace it before we would ever need it. He said we
could always sell my car, he guesses we could get about $800 for mine.
I hope it doesn't come to that, because I hate being housebound. When
the car broke down last year, it was such a nightmare to even plan simple
things as going grocery shopping - and I vowed to never ask my MIL for
help ever again! But keeping food on the table is most important, so I
know I'll have to suffer in silence. The joys of living in a town to small
for a bus service, but too large to walk to the grocery store and back
with two kids in tow. I could always arrange to drive Scott to work and
then pick him up afterwards for one day a week. But even that is a nightmare
because it is timed perfectly with nap times. I know I sound like I am
whining, but I wish I had known about Scott spending our emergency money,
especially since it was me who saved that money in the first place and
not him. I mean, I know he didn't spend it on beer or anything, but the
point is that he should have told me regardless. Men!
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