H is trying to convince me to go back to the psych urgent care because I'm almost out of meds and my bed has been the only place I feel safe/ comfortable in. Plus the whole anger outbursts and tears. I'd rather just stay in bed. He's going tomorrow for his stuff. I don't want to go hear **** be talked about me. I just don't want to go. The other option is to stay home by myself. Because Miguel has to go to. I don't know. I flipped out this Saturday bad. To the point H is still annoyed at me and doesn't trust me. I said things I never have about money being my money not our money. For the passed 23 years it's been our money. Now I'm mad I don't have money, I don't have things, it's rediculous to be upset now. I don't know if I'm setting things up to exit or whether I really feel taken advantage of.