She is a mix of autism, adhd, intellectually clever (good science based degree) and learning difficulties. I manage her money because she can’t. She used to save quite a bit each month, but a combination of a car (essential for her physical disability) and her fucking weed addiction has reduced her money. I subbed her a bit last month and the month before. So last week said we needed to work something out. She went ballistic, said I should have told her and no wonder she can’t manage if zim not telling her. I was telling her, I let it slide a bit in the hopes it would sort, suggested we talk when I could see it wasn’t going to resolve itself.
Thing is, after rent and bills, she has 850 quid a month. She doesn’t go out, claims she’s barely eating and do I expect her to give up smoking? I’d like her to give up fags and weed, get that it’s a bit much to expect at once.
Anyway, I had years and years of this with her fucking sperm donor, always trying to balance the money, make sure there was enough to feed and clothe the children. I got out (he was arrested, a few years ago. Her reaction and me doing the same old sorting because of weed has put me right back. I’m agitated and weepy and my voice is going. Not a good sign, as the stress in my marriage caused me to all but lose my voice.
im just getting this out really, but I’m worried for myself. Nothing like a good bit of suicidal ideation to rock your weekend.
Sorry.