Where to start?
My husband and I do not share a bank account. He prefers to keep everything separate. I've started to think this is because he firstly, likes to ensure he maintains control on everything and can roll out the 'these are the bills that are my responsibility' arguement but also because he doesn't want me to know about the extent of his drinking with work collegues. He says that it is not a problem - but it is. For example, he had 8 pints on friday before even coming back home (despite promising to remain sober) - and when he got home (with another 6 cans) he promptly fell over in our back garden. Self-sustained injuries are not uncommon - he has been to A&E for a deep gash on his elbow that needed 5 stitches, plus he refused to go for a suspected broken rib. Both alcohol related - and just two examples of MANY.
To be honest, that is not the reason for my thread. Although it is a major concern - he is agressive when drunk, and then grumpy and agressive with a hangover, and it affects our ability to enjoy family time.
But back to the money side of this - he does not want to share a bank account. We both work full time - and he earns more than me (approximately a third more than me). I am not very good at managing my finances and last year got myself in to a worrying amount of debt - I was depressed, we had a number of problems and it was an outlay that I thought would help me to feel better about myself. It didn't obviously.
I'm seeing a counseller now, and I have reigned it all in, but despite many attempts to ask him to help me, he will not. Rather he will blow up at me if I am unable to pay something, and he will not forgive me for the period last year where I got in to this debt. It has caused many problems this year - I have apologised until I am blue in the face for the debts, but still, every time we have an arguement (or even a discussion) it is bought out as though it's his trump card. I just don't know what to do. I moved my job last year to a better paid one: but this new job involves a lot of overseas travel. It is exceptionally hard work: both what the job entails and the fact that it takes me away from my twin boys on numerous trips each year (I have done 23 trips this year).
I am just doing it so that I can repay my debt and contribute more to the household. But still it is also bought up against me every time we have an arguement.
But now, I have had enough - this latest arguement really has taken the biscuit.
We were invited on a trip next year with friends. Unfortunately, it was during term time, so my husband suggested that he go on his own. I said ok, but he would seriously owe me one (not an unreasonable response). He went crazy, and said that I owed him this, as he has provided me with 'approximately 4 weeks worth of childcare this year' because of my travels with work.
Surely not: he is the father of my children. It is his responsibility just as much as mine. It is not a case of him 'providing me with childcare'. Further more, my having to go away with work is incomparable with him going on a holiday. 95% of my work is in Europe - and I kill myself by getting 6am and 7am flights out in the morning so as to be able to not be away for more than 1 night. The two days are then packed back to back with upwards of 7/8 meetings and I arrive home exhausted the following day to a messy house, overflowing washing basket, bin full of empty beer cans and boys who have not had their homework done with them. Stressful as you can imagine: I'm not exactly swanning around enjoying myself.
Then came up the earnings.
As he earns significantly more than I do, he feels that he has a right to spend some of 'his' earnings on himself. Especially considering the stress of this past year, dealing with my debts.
I just can't believe this. Will I ever be forgiven for running up these debts when I was clinically depressed? Will he ever see us as a unit rather than him doing me a favour and helping out while I'm swanning around europe with my work? And will he ever respect me and what I am trying to do at work?
I just don't know what to do.