Title Clarification

It occured to me that I forgot to clarify the title of my blog yesterday. So here it is: Friday, June 13, 1975 is the date my mother abandoned my brother and me. I remember that day really clearly and I think it has been the single most life changing day in my life so far. Maybe it shouldn't be, but I think it molded me into who I am now.
Friday, June 3, 2011 is the date my husband got in a truck with our business and moved himself and the family dog to Mississippi. That was one week ago. It was a weird, strange day to say the least. The girls and I are coping, but last night my 13 year old had a pretty bad tantrum and she really let loose on me. She is still sleeping, so I am hoping today will be better.
As per my father's wishes, I filed for divorce a week and a half ago and my husband was served the Tuesday before he left. I have a meeting today with my divorce attorney which I am not prepared for at all. I am feeling pushed and pulled in so many directions right now. You see, on Monday, May 9th, my husband comes to me and says we are about to loose the house in forclosure and by the way he is moving out of state. What? I have lots to tell about this ever changing story, but I didn't know things had gotten nearly this bad.
So today I am going to spend much of my time going thru boxes of old papers, looking thru our bank records, calling my husband, etc. to try and come up with "financials" to give to the attorney. The problem is I haven't been able to access anything pertaining to our financial life for several years. Everything has been password protected and my husband pounces on the mail within minutes of it's daily arrival. He hasn't kept any kind of records ever in his life, so this is quite a challenge. Also, did I mention we are in Chapter 13 bankrupcy and apparently owe approx. $32,000 in back taxes and mortgage payments on my house? My husband is self employed and worked out of our house for years. He has been in a severe depression or something over the past few years and has been working less and less and drinking beer more and more. He is barely making any money right now and I'm supposed to tell the court how much money he has to send us each month? There isn't any money to send. I don't work, I haven't in almost 20 years. I have an Associate of Arts degree only. I think my girls and I are screwed. Period. I need lots of prayers right now. So it's time to stop writing and get to work on my "financials".