So the MFA Minivan is all effed up. I dragged out of bed and went straight to MFA Mechanic's shop; they said when I called that they could give me a ride home, but then they were crazy-busy and asked me if I could hang out, and then the parts guy sent the wrong part for one of the repairs and ultimately I was gone for about five hours, most of which I spent re-reading the same issue of Better Homes And Gardens from 2004.
The good news is, by not driving the thing to work last night I saved my engine. The bad news is pretty much everything else in my life right now. Today's repairs cost $300 and it needs another $400 in work ASAP (when I asked him to rate the work I couldn't afford to get done today on a scale of one to ten in terms of how important it was, MFA Mechanic said "six, maybe seven"). So there went the money I'd set aside to reinstate our car insurance, and now I'm going to have to let my health insurance lapse.
But hey, at least the XY was here and Hotter was furious with me when I got home! The XY was taking the kids for an extra dinner-visit. Hotter accused me of deliberately timing my arrival so that they'd be leaving (???) and proceeded to hold me accountable for the lack of a spare guy to give me a ride home, MFA Mechanic's failing to offer a payment plan, and the children being unhappy about "never seeing" me. "What am I supposed to do when they say 'we miss Mommy, we wish she didn't have to work third shift?' When was the last time you spent a day with YOUR CHILDREN? Or ME," he wanted to know.
I feel like I just can't win. I'm neglecting my health to keep the minivan running so I can go to work so my husband can resent the living shit out of me and we can STILL be broke! I...don't have a graceful ending to this post. That's all, really.