I gave to say, for all the kicking I've taken from some, I don't for a moment regret starting this thread. There has been some BRILLIANT practical advice, and endless emotional support.
Put it this way - I don't feel alone.
At any rate, I will admit, somewhat sheepishly, to not being the best with money and I've never had the opportunity to learn. I had to be sneaky with money, in the past and constantly had to lie.
But it is getting frustrating being presented as some sort of pampered little madam who sat at home smirking while my husband went out to work. I am a qualified teacher and I worked right up until 2011, when DS was 4. At that time, my Dad had just died. I have to admit I was distracted and looking back it's easy to see DH really manipulated me over that period and got talked very easily into 'you've got enough on, you've got this inheritance, you don't NEED to work.'
I also had a friend, a good friend, who was pretty concerned with the DH situation and tried to step in for me. It's a long story and I made mistakes as well but anyway we ended up moving back to my home town which DH conceded "on the condition that." And there was a long list of conditions. On the condition that you don't work, as DS needs to settle into school and you need to make friends." That sounded fair, until he disliked any friend I made, and took my car away (well you don't need it, do you.) At first it was only meant to be for a year but then "it was working so well" - of course what he meant was that it was working well for HIM. Which would have been fine if he'd treated me with respect and valued the contribution I was making.
And so the months go by and the years and then pregnant again and then baby girl arrived last spring and all along there's this terrible underbelly of sadness and hurt.
DH was always sweet, kind and attentive if I did exactly what he wanted. I couldn't call my life my own, and in return I had him. I thought for too long he was worth having as my children's father but he just isn't. I have barely scratched the surface of what went on in the paragraph above, by the way. He just kept getting worse.
In short, I believe I was tricked and manipulated into giving up my source of income and independence. DH likes money - or rather, he likes power. He likes control. He never wanted my financial contribution. Ever. And he won't want it now. I don't care, as far as I'm concerned, what happens - but why the HELL should my son have to stop learning to play the instruments he is talented at and give him a sense of well being and pride? Why should he have his social life put on hold because I've no car and can't afford to run one?
The above would be different if his father - the man who helped make him - was not taking home 3k a month
Hopefully DD and Dc3 can learn music, dance, whatever they want.
Oh yeah and we have about a zillion furry and feathered friends here as well. They aren't going anywhere fear not. If DD cries again I will exchange her for another chicken (joke!)