The real concerns
I have moved on from my crazy pregnant lady concerns and onto the ones that actually matter. We ran out of moneys. Like really ran out. We payed rent and were left with $7. And a lot of coins. We are about to head out to a coinstar machine and cash in so Vance can make it to work tomorrow. I spent $4 I found on a Simon giftcard on Wendy's for myself, and Vance was left to eat Ramen. I am such an asshole. We are trying to keep from asking family for moneys because we need to appear to be stable and independent.
I hate situations like these because it creates such tension and stress between us. We begin to hate each other. He starts to hate me because I am draining the life out of him and I start hating him because he is just so mean about it.
He gets paid in like 2 weeks and we have some other money on the way that will at least keep us afloat until he gets paid again. Until then, it's rice and beans for dinner.