This could technically go in the R&C form since it is about my husband, but I think it is more about depression.

I feel like, when I married my husband I went from riches to rags.

When I was growing up, we were not rich by any stretch of the imagination,
but we never had to worry about where our next meal was coming from or how
we were gonna pay the bills. Since I got married, it feels like that is all I think about.
I am constantly worried if we are gonna have money to buy groceries this month,
or if we are gonna be forced to move out of our house because we have no money to pay rent.

I am surprised I don't have ulcers with all the worrying I do.
It is no wonder I don't sleep at night or have any engery during the day.