So I tried, yet again, in vain to talk to dh about some of the money issues I feel have become a large problem. And of course he went on the defensive which is in the "standard dh playbook". It went a little something like this, "Dh we need to find a solution to this money crisis. The lawyer said this IS going to get exspensive and I don't want to run thru the little money we have saved. I think it's time to rethink selling some of those exspensive toys (4wheelers) that you have to help pay for this." - Princess Mofo. Well the proverbial shit then proceeded to hit the fan. He started with his passive-agressive two-step about how my kids bio-dad is a deadbeat (duh, no surprise) and DH does Everything for my kids (not true, nights I work my parents watch them not dh) and how he treats them like they are his own (again, not true reeking favoritism). And I don't recognize that. Once he completed that dance he moved onto the guilty mambo number. That involves shock and awe. He has to find the nastiest things to say and make me shut down and stop the fight. It goes like this, "Princess Mofo, you and your piece of shit exh deserve each other. All you think about is money. I never had money and it's not a priority to me (yes, because you are content to spend mine on bs). I never do xyz for myself (yeah, right look at your designer closet). It's OUR money and I am going to use it to get my son back! I can't help that I have a $600 a month truck payment (you can't?)! I pay the mortgage around here (again, emphatically UNTRUE). So as our dance winds down we end the evening with the douchebag waltz. It's a lovely slow number that truly displays the vile and degrading personality traits of dh. I told him that our tax return did not mean we could just spend it on whatever. If he want's to put his half towards the lawyer (which I already have paid $1000 towards) that's his call. But at $200 an hour it will get costly and when his half runs out I don't know what to tell ya. He then tells me he'll remember that and when it comes to my kids we will only be spending $$$$ the same half on a lawyer for them should their bio-dad ever take me to court. Well then, steppers...

I proceeded to exit the room. I closed myself in the den and watched tv with a glass of red wine. I knew at that moment, we were over. I cannot tolerate it any longer. When I went to bed I put a pillow in the middle to seperate dh and myself. He attempted to kiss me on his way out the bedroom this morning to which I rolled over and covered my face. I don't want this man sharing air with me, let alone touching me. So I am disengaging from dh. I'd like to thank you all (Lynn123 I know you hear me). For awhile there I forgot who I was. I remember now. And nobody treats Princess Mofo like this. My stregth has returned and I am prepared to see this thru to the bitter end and regain MY life. Goodbye, dh. You had your chance.