Guest blogger mom-on-the-edge: So, I had this sinking feeling in my stomach and it wasn't the flu.  Call it women's intuition, call it ESP, call it what you will.  I knew something was up.

During our last argument my husband said, "You're not my family, I have a son!"  That hurt.  He also said, "I'm gonna f you up."  "Do I need to get a restraining order?"  I asked.  "No, in court.  I have a plan.  You'll see..."  I told him again that I wanted a divorce, but he came home that night anyway and acted as if nothing happened.

I didn't know what his plan was, but I knew I had to look into our joint checking account.

There in the overflowing basket o' mail were my bank statements.  Three of 'em.  Chasing around a 14-month-old didn't leave much time to sift through it often but I always made sure to pay the pending bills and promised I'd get to the rest later.  Later had to be now. 

I opened up August's statement and scanned down the ATM withdrawals.  $80, $100, $80, $200...  He had been taking out money nearly every day.  And, large sums too.  Then I noticed something else.  Online transfers into an account I didn't recognize.  $200, $150, $1,000.  I felt like I was going to throw up.

"Hi."  I said to the customer service lady at the bank while my son flashed a big smile the way only a baby can flirt.  "Can you tell me what this is?  Is this my husband's account?"  I was afraid she was gonna say that she can't share that information.  "Yes, your husband has been transferring money from your joint account into his own savings account.  He didn't tell you he moved the money?"  "No."  My voice cracked, I could feel the tears coming.  She gave me  a look like "tsk. tsk.  You married an asshole..."

After I added everything up he had taken out nearly $3,000.  I had taken out $520.  We barely had enough left to pay our rent, the phone, our credit card...  And, now I knew why.

While my husband sleeps soundly in bed, I'm wide awake, unsure if I should confront him or consult an attorney first.  I don't know what to do.  But -- you can bet your bottom dollar -- something's gonna happen.