Had the big family meeting this morning. What it boils down to is this...either the kids straighten up and fly right or he's throwing me out. They can choose to stay or go with me. He can't handle the stress of our money situation, the stress of work and the stress of his home life.
We were a month away from being able to touch bottom in this flood of debt, and my mistake has pulled us like a riptide farther from the shore. Honestly I don't think it will take us but maybe a year to get this straightened out, but it will be a tight year. We have a few assets we could liquidate to make the process easier, but they are things that are precious to him. I have nothing of value because I spent all of my money, and what little he gave me, trying to keep the utilities on and some food in the fridge.
He blames me for the kids' lack of respect for him. Maybe watching him sway from side to side with a stupid drunken grin on his face half the time might have something to do with it, but what do I know. I've defended him, but he doesn't see or remember that. He blames me for our money problems. I agree that I am directly, but he never cared to be involved and it was never a good time to talk when I tried to bring it up.
So there it is. Every good family depends on a strong matriarch and that is not me. I am weak and no better than one of his ungrateful, disrespectful children. Lucky for him I'm the one that can most easily disposed of. Problem solved.
Oh and Wednesday will be our 20th anniversary. Happy Fucking Anniversary Sweetheart!
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Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on. --Samuel Beckett
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