Monica and I did make it to the court house in time, and provided our sworn testimony that we are indeed poor, and not making a huge profit from the bancruptcy. About the only thing that seems like it may impede the approval of our proposed payment plan, is whether or not they will allow us to keep our income tax returns. A few other question i have will be revealled in time as well...like, is the payment coming out of all of my paychecks equally? or in a $175 monthly lump sum? and when will the auto-deduction from my paycheck begin? The trustee insisted upon payment today in court...but tommorow is my payday. So, the worst case scenario would be: getting my check tommorrow and finding that it is $175 smaller than usual. That would be a budget killer.
When we left the federal building, I found a parking ticket on the car. Doh!

Today is packing and moving day at work. I get to be moved from my cubicle on the 4th floor to a new one on the 1st floor while they re-carpet, then in 2-weeks they move us right back up here. As I type there are movers literally packing anf draging boxes and furniture from around me. The "Desktop Move Team" could disconnect me at any moment.

For the short time Monica seems to be feeling a little better; happier. That makes me happier too, except I know why her mood has improved, and though I'm responsible for it, I don't condone what I did to get it there.
Monica's doctor gives her a monthly supply of 90-Fiorinal3 pain pills to "help her manage her migraines", unfortunately, the one month supply lasted less than 2-weeks this time.
Monica, who has had less than 5-6 decent days in the past six weeks was on a down hill slide without her medicine. I couldn't take it anymore...I went ahead and told my doctor that I was having big bad stress headaches, and I gave her the pills.
I know, I know....it was a horrible thing to do....it doesn't help Monica deal with anything by giving her what she wanted...It was the definition of co-dependancy...I know I was manipulated into it... I know this makes it easier for this to happen again.
I just couldn't stand it anymore. I was averaging four and a half hours of sleep per night, the house was suffering the effects of neglect, and the kids and I were walking on egg shells trying not to disturb Monica from her frequent "headache-naps". I really love Monica when she is happy, when she gets like she was... I still love her, but it ain't easy!