I need some advice.
For the last couple years my husband has been unable to work due to illness (cancer). Things are looking up. Yesterday/Friday I've lost (possibly been pickpocketed) my credit card wallet. Ordered new cards they should be here by Wednesday (well one should at least!). The nearest bank is 30 minutes drive away (there's a local NatWest but I don't bank with them), plus about 15 minutes brusque walking through a pedestrian precinct. I physically can't get to the bank till Friday anyway with work commitments.
Anyway this is just to set the scene. I've been honest with my husband that what we've got in cash is what we've got until I can get sorted. (Less than £20). Okay no harm or foul, it won't be "easy least" but we'll survive. (Tesco's Christmas veg offer came in handy!)
Except last night I asked for his jeans for the wash, he acted weirdly. I saw near his current novel, cash notes along with other stuff from his pocket. I'm not taking wads of cash but a comfortable amount. By the time I'd put the laundry in, the notes are nowhere to be seen. He's not mentioned them.
I must admit I cried myself to sleep last night. I'm not sure what to do. We were struggling before his illness but after all I've done, after how strong I thought we had become, it just feels like he's that same old person. I started the business on mat leave because otherwise the kids and I wouldn't have had much. He used to work away in the week, we didn't qualify for tax credits so all I had at that point was child benefit plus £150 or so a month that he gave me. It was quite revealing when I had to take over finances. It's just brought it all flooding back and I feel utterly used.
I'm not sure if I'm catastrophising because of the pressure of the last few years or if I am in the right. Just writing it down now has been a little cathartic. I really just don't know what to do.