Thank you all, again. Disney Doll, I did open my own bank account and moved some money into it last week. He was not happy about that at all. In fact, called me an f'ing thief. I could not believe those words were coming out of his mouth. I told him I pay the bills, and that with some of the things he was saying, I couldn't trust that he wouldn't make more bad decisions and leave me high and dry. Since I've been disabled for two years, I automatically go on Medicare starting June 1st. I didn't want it, but you can't refuse it, apparently. Part B is optional, and that you do pay for, so I will have to take that now. I'm going to ask for DH to have to pay for any supplemental health insurance I need, as well as to keep a substantial life insurance policy on himself, which we already have, with me as the beneficiary, and the kids secondary.
I have an appointment with a lawyer. As far as healthwise, I try to eat the best I can, and try to sleep when I can. I've lost 8 lbs in two weeks. I'd been going to Weight Watchers for a few months, and this has certainly boosted my weekly weight loss average. Not a recommended way to do it. I do take a daily multivitamin with minerals, as well as extra vitamin D, and of course, my trusty ibuprofen and prevacid. I need the ibuprofen for the muscle pain. Stress makes this disease worse, but strangely, my muscles don't seem to hurt more than usual. Probably because my focus is on keeping my sanity together.
One very weird, odd thing did occur through all this. On a particularly bad evening the week before last, I was on the phone with my son, totally hysterical, because DH was threatening to take his name off the lease and have me evicted, take the pets, take all the money out of the bank, and just being a total jerk. When he left, I called my son, who lives with his dad. My son was so worried about me that he had his stepmom drive him over, and his dad, my ex, called me to talk to me while his wife and my son were on their way over. It was so strange to hear him trying to console me, and tell me not to let this guy ruin my life. Then stepmom comes in with son, and stays for two hours talking to me. She then offered to drive me to the bank the next day to open my own account.
I'm also without a car right now. Because DH worked from home, and because I really had no need to do any driving, he sold one of our cars last year so as not to have to pay insurance on it, which made sense at the time. With the job losses, we were looking for ways to save money. Of course, now I'm stranded. Fortunately, middle son has a work vehicle, and his wife has a new car, so he is giving me his car, and keeping me on his insurance. It's in the shop right now getting tuned up, but I should have it this week. My sons have really stepped up to the plate.
