I hate you husband. You have ruined our financial stability 3 times. Over and over, as hard as I work, you manage to ruin it by quitting perfectly good jobs just because you have issues with the people you work with. And now you’re unable to work due to medical issues that I also warned you about, and our future stability is bleak. I have been the breadwinner all this time, and I hate it. I want to kick you out but you have no place to go because you have no friends and I don’t have any money to give you to go. You whine about not having any money when ITS YOUR OWN FAULT. I don’t want to be broke anymore – I’m too old to deal with the stress again, when it could’ve been prevented. Everything I’ve worked for is gone. I wish you’d get gone too.