so upon returning home I realized rezzie lost our ebt card somewhere when she grabbed my jacket at the hospital. my obgyn couldnt find it so it must have been when we were walking. on top of that my husband couldnt even go thanks to his cunt of a manager for the third time then turns around and asked him to cover for her due to her father having surgery. oh your poor father! we gave two weeks advanced notice!! our baby is high risk! I have to see an obgyn every week now to make sure she's growing right. but no, your fathers minimal risk surgery is more important than our child's life. fuck off. seriously. I'm done trying to be in control. my child hasn't listened since she flew in, we were taken advantage of and basically robbed and actually robbed as well, our baby is high risk, my husbands manager is a selfish bitch who refuses to do her job because she knows he can do her job better than she can and constantly tries to get rid of him until she's put in her place, and now I can't feed us because his entire check goes to rent if we get this apartment. I am so defeated. I give up. I just want us to get our apartment and be able to survive! rant over.