H is sitting there playing around with a budget again, asking me how much his credit card payments are per month, etc. I try not to say anything, but he can detect that I'm pissed in my voice. I grab the computer and go to the bedroom. H asks why I'm so mad and whether I understand why he's doing it. Go ahead, move out. See how reality treats you. I just feel like crying right now, but trying to keep myself together (at least until I go to bed and then maybe cry myself to sleep).
