Normally I don’t make my private stuff public, unless it’s something I want to boast about, but right now I am so fucking pissed I gotta vent!
    Glenn has always had problems with the concept of money. Last month, despite my sacrificing my pocket money, we were unable to pay the electric bill, and the rent was late because he feels he’s entitled to as much of our money as he wants, because he works hard all day (like trying to run a business, and take care of two kids is fluff). Needless to say, I confiscated his cards and checkbook (and of, course, he’s told all his guy friends what I bitch I am for doing this).
    Well today I took out my change jar (where I empty and keep all my loose change and singles until I can take them to the bank) to get the boys their lunch money and discovered that, while I was at practice last night, Glenn raided my jar. This is supposed to be my drum corps money! Money for my uniforms, trips (that the boys accompany me on), and other related activities. Since I haven’t been able to get to the bank for awhile, there was a sizable amount in that jar, so I kept it well hidden, but he found it and took everything but the pennies! AARRRGGGGHHHH!!! He is so dead when he gets home from work!!!!!