One of your posts not long ago sounded so hopeless and sad
One more thing, to comment on this particular post: I WAS SO DEPRESSED that day. I could not stop crying. And finally, this opportunity to work overtime came along. I would rush home to make sure that dinner was ready and to see what my husband was doing a only a couple of weeks ago and now I'm taking advantage of staying late in the evenings. And coming in on Saturdays. I think the decision wavered with the loss of control that I would have being in my husbands life. That I wouldn't be able to scan his calls and know what he was doing anymore, even if what he was doing was ultimately going to disappoint me. This need for more help is a more recent thing, only for the past couple of weeks. Once I had this shred of financial grace, that's all I needed to get the ball running. I truly believe that it wasn't until I firmly made up my mind that leaving is what I wanted to do that these doors began to open for me.