Smokey is trying to say that I willfully destroyed our home in order to destroy marital assets.

Honestly, I see what they are doing. I see what I have to do. I just don't know if I have the energy to make it over this last mountain.

I feel like it's coming at me from every side.

I can't afford my car payment or rent. I still have to get car insurance, license plates, license, etc...

Last week:

I was at the office on Saturday, worked most of the day on Sunday, came in on Monday to discover that I had until that evening to get the paper done. Stayed until 9 p.m. Went back to the office at noon on Tuesday...stayed until 3, worked 9 to 3 at my office on Weds. 8:30 to 3 on Friday...and, was there all day yesterday. On Friday afternoon, I get a phone call from the NICE editor saying he was nervous because he hadn't heard from me? WTF?

This guy is under stress and adores me...but, I've noticed he also feels it's ok to take his stress out on me when he is feeling it. I need to nip that in the bud.

I had sent him an email on Friday around 1 p.m. with I planned for this week's paper. He didn't see it until he was on the phone with me.

I feel like I'm in combat.

Oh, and Smokey knew the phones were down.

"You know, it's times like these when I realize what a superhero I am." Tony Stark/Iron Man

“Focus on what you can do, then do it with all your heart.” Lois Wilson