This is one of those times where my emotions run the gamut from being sick to my stomach to wanting to jump off a roof somewhere. I just don't fucking know what to do.
Sitting here every day, wanting to regain the trust and love of my wife by providing an income and yet everything from just having enough fucking money to get by to being able to afford this or that. To warrants and cars and bad credit. Scared shitless about BK as it is. And one of the bad problems lately about money - as if we didn't have enough already - is that Shelly kind of holds on to the cash and I have no idea what goes on with it.
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