So anyway

So  I guess I got quite a lot of things done today.  My banana bread turned out awesome.  I must say the best I ever made.  H has been trying to seem civil, however..... I took advantage of the insurance plan we have on our cell phones to replace D2's cell phone which has had a messed up screen.  H has always been crazy about money and spending.  More so with D2 than with D1, now when homecoming came up he flipped out over the cost of the tickets for the girls.  2 could hear him freaking out and yelling at me for registering them and that they needed the money before payday. 2 had a babysitting gig and as soon as he picked her up, three days after the tickets were paid for and still a week before the dance, she gave him the $20 she earned to cover her ticket.  He never told me this and he never asked 1 for money or to even contribute to the ticket.  Well, H was checking the bank balance on his phone while at work and as soon as he got in his car, he calls me.  "What was bought at xxx cell carrier?  I saw a $5 charge."  Yes there is a $5 processing fee to get a new phone.  Better than having it break and have it turn out to be something not covered by the insurance.  Really?  It's $5!  I just don't get it.  Then when 2 and I go to a salon school so she can get her hair cut for $10 and save money, he takes 1 out to dinner spending $40 and questioned me for spending $8 at a home store while waiting for 2 to be done.  When he came home upset about the $5, I was read the riot act about how little I do around the house.  Complaining that I never do dishes, but then said that he noticed that they were done that day and thanked me.  I had also trimmed all the trees, pulled out all the plants in the garden, put away the tomato cages.  I also seeded the area where our pool was and bought straw and spread the straw watered the area, got the seed, pulled out an unused section that had pavers on the dirt to seed that 5 by5 area.  I found mice under the pavers and killed 4 large mice severing them in half with the shovel and soaking the area with water while pounding the ground with a sledge hammer until I could no longer hear squeaking, but I do nothing around the house.  These are the reasons that I can only tolerate life for a few more years.  The thought of being alone with him makes me so depressed.  I am scared of his mean streak and know it will come at me if we are alone.