If anyone wants the long story, lemme know.
Bottom line, he had been in management, they dissolved his division, before we married. He subsequently got another job, and quit once we got married. Fine. I struggled with three jobs, holding down the fort while he lamped-I thought he may have been depressed, but at the end of five months-hell, I am not only depressed, I'm tired. And he still trying to have sex.
Get a job at McDonald's is what I said. Collect cans. Mow lawns. Whatever the ****. If I can hold down three jobs, you can at least get one.