grrrr...

I guess the good days couldn't have lasted much longer. Especially with me being on my cycle right now AND him being sick. He turns into such a whiny little bitch when he's sick. So this morning I'm talking to Mom about bills and how we're going to juggle things so that we also have grocery money and whatnot and from the room he hears so he calls me in to give me some money. He's not feeling well so he wants to stay in bed but he says that there's money in the pocket of his black pants. So I check the pockets of the black pants and there's nothing in them. So he gets all grumpy and says check all the pockets, so I check them again telling him there's nothing at all in the pockets. I even turned them inside out. He starts roaring at me to stop being so fucken lazy and to check all the damn pockets. I got pissed and left the room, right after I noticed his other black pants on the floor which did have stuff in the pockets. But by then I was so irritated that I just walked out. Meanwhile Dad is out in the living room bitching about Hubby's yelling, and saying how he needs to grow up. They got into a big ass argument.

Meanwhile, after that I went into the room with hubby and we talked for awhile and aired stuff out. He feels like I don't defend him to dad, that I don't take his side. I told him that my problem is that they're both right and they're both wrong. How on earth can I take a side when i think they're both acting like three year olds?

Tonight before I came to work he said they had worked it out, and he was all humble and apologetic, so I guess it's ok now, but I'm just so tired of all the friggen drama.

We need to move, but we can't afford it. I think that living with my parents is going to end my marriage, and I can't do a goddamn thing about it. What am I supposed to do with that?