My husband is taking a second job to help offset my not working. It is just on Saturdays, but a spilt shift that works out to be at least 15 hours. From what I can tell it is working for the newspaper in a stock room or loading the trucks. He is going in the morning for the drug test and they want him to start this weekend.
I feel absolutely aweful that I can't seem to get it together enought to pull my own weight. We aren't broke, we aren't really even going that hungry. I just think maybe he is used to a certain level of life that he can't have since I moved here. I do my best to try and save us money, like cooking, so he doesn't eat out as much. But he still eats out everyday. I find myself doing without and hiding so as not to upset him or be in the way. I just don't see why he feels he needs this second job.
I guess I do understand that he is worried that as I start getting treatment the doctor bills may add up, so maybe he is just trying to get ahead of it. I should be happy that I am lucky enough to have someone willing to do this to help me, but all it is doing is making me feel like a burden. Can barely even talk to him about it without having an anxiety attack. I just wish my feelings would make sence so I could deal with this better. Be best if I was able to handle that whole "outside world" and just go back to work, anywork, anywhere.
I feel absolutely aweful that I can't seem to get it together enought to pull my own weight. We aren't broke, we aren't really even going that hungry. I just think maybe he is used to a certain level of life that he can't have since I moved here. I do my best to try and save us money, like cooking, so he doesn't eat out as much. But he still eats out everyday. I find myself doing without and hiding so as not to upset him or be in the way. I just don't see why he feels he needs this second job.
I guess I do understand that he is worried that as I start getting treatment the doctor bills may add up, so maybe he is just trying to get ahead of it. I should be happy that I am lucky enough to have someone willing to do this to help me, but all it is doing is making me feel like a burden. Can barely even talk to him about it without having an anxiety attack. I just wish my feelings would make sence so I could deal with this better. Be best if I was able to handle that whole "outside world" and just go back to work, anywork, anywhere.