Long story short : My husband had his position transferred to a different department [floor] of his building yesterday. It would have sucked. He quit. Just up and quit, and today is his last day. We have about $35 in the bank [not counting the $250/$300 I've stashed away, big woo]. Before that, we spent 2 weeks on-again-off-again separated from a different issue.
I had lost 38 pounds (as of last Friday) to be 217. This morning, I was 223. I don't know if I just ate my way back [because I have been eating like a teenage boy] or if I'm getting my period [it's about that time post-partum] or both.
This is just ridiculous. My husband has been a consistent source of stress for me in the past year. I know I can't control his behavior and need to come to terms with it one way or another. My entire family is angry with him and [most of] his family thinks he's insane. Hearing about it from them on a regular basis is making it so much worse.


Put him in the stroller or the sling, and go for a walk.