Riley and Avery

So, not even 8am on the day we got his VA disability direct-deposited, Rudi is already pouting over our new budget restrictions. I mean, we're cutting $850 our of our monthly budget because his unemployment benefits are used up, what does he expect? And in all of this we still have to make room for birthday and Christmas presents. He said he wanted to go out and get some cash so while I'm with the girls at Riley's school's Halloween party, he can go out. I just asked where he was going so I could tell him his spending limits for the month (he can spend a certain small amount on books, we have a certain amount for entertainment and a certain amount for his cigars, etc.) Now he's all pouty. Usually for him, he goes out on the first, stops somewhere for over-priced bagels which he shouldn't be eating anyway, buys a few books, buys $50 worth of cigars that last him four days, etc. We can't afford that now. I seriously marvel at his complete lack of understanding over where money comes from, and how it's spent. He has no idea how much money we need to live for the entire month and lacks the planning to ensure that we are able to EAT by the second week of the month. He thinks that if we have a certain amount in the bank, that amount is available for spending, regardless of what expenses we have coming up that we need that money for etc.

Oh, and Rudi lives in constant fear that we are being evicted even though we have paid our rent in full on time every single month and have never had a complaint. If the property manager walks around the property while he's sitting out smoking and he perceives that she gave him a dirty eye (the woman is nice, Rudi is nuts) he starts talking about how we need to find another place to live because we are being evicted. And we had a lease renewal notice on our door yesterday afternoon (right after the manager walked around and oh my god, had the temerity to write our door number on her clipboard, oh my god we're being evicted) so I'm pretty sure we're good. Living with a constantly paranoid person is not easy. At all. And not good for our electric bill since all perimeter lights must be on at all times, even in the bright light of day. I swear, I need to talk to this VA "doctor" and tell her all this.

Gah. Just a vent, otherwise I'll go all Tonya Harding on Rudi instead.