There's not a lot of gravy on that train and without DH's income, I think things would be really hard. And I often don't feel great. Somebody once laughed as I ran into a wall getting out of a auditorium seat (before visible signs like crutches, walker, etc. I think he thought I was a drunk. Young DD was mortified and whispered "Mommy, that man is laughing at you" I taught her and her brother to think, never say out loud "He's an @$$hole and I'm not" Some people are just like that.