I feel like I ruin the day. No humor today. Just seriousness and pain. I can't even take my husband making dinner right. Argued with my husband about finances first thing this morning. He's lost his job, his old car I told him not to get breaks down on him, and my job demotion is making me lose $600/ month (Due to my new disability diagnosis). Next I went to the doctor with my mom to my grandmother's checkup. My grandmother is 87 and has what we believe is dementia. She doesn't want my help getting her into the doctors off, she yells at my mom so loud during the exam everyone can hear it in the waiting room. My mom and I get accused by her of trying to take all her money. When we take her to get food she didn't want my help taking her to the bathroom. All the way home she talks about how we are using her. At home my husband has made dinner: chicken and shrimp fried rice and egg rolls. While he's cooking it I smelled something burning and he turns on the fan. I eat some but I'm still full from before. As I go to the kitchen to make sure everything is at least put in the sink to clean, I see that he's burnt the rice. When I had asked before he said while cooking he "burnt the soy sauce into the fried rice." As we get ready to go to bed I ask him to soak the dish at least and to stop burning things on purpose. I have told this to him before when he made box mashed potatoes and he burnt it in purpose "for flavor." He pouts and we go to bed back to back. I'm tired. My legs are cramping and I'm having a MS hug. I can't ask for nothing and I feel like a Debby downer.