So I'm working 2 jobs now since we have amassed a significant amount of debt and the housing market crash screwed us out of 60% of the purchase price of our home. My full time job is 6am to 3pm, pay is good & lucky for me it's more of a use your brain type job. My part time job is just down the street at a freight LTL Co. working 3:30pm to 9:30pm on the dock. Pay is decent but the work is in the elements, no breaks, stressful, and dirty manual labor work which is fine with me if I need to do it but it makes for a long day. Needless to say I'm exhausted at the end of the day. Anyway, a month ago I was approached by management at my PT job that I need to limit my shift to 5 hours since I am only supposed to work 25 hrs./week according to my contract. That night I told my wife and she seemed to not understand why I couldn't just work the 4 or 5 more hours since it still didn't put me into FT status. We need the money and the extra $100 a week was significant. Flash forward to this week, after the 4th of July break we have been busy as hell, so much so that I am being kept on shift for a full 6 hours. It's wearing my ass out, I've got infected splinters in my hands from moving pallets, my legs are beat up from climbing all over freight, and I just realized I've lost 20lbs since the beginning of June even though I'm not exercising or dieting. So last night I come home a complete wreck, shirt salty from sweat, warehouse grime all over my face & arms, it's all I can do to grab a sandwich and a beer before I go to bed. My wife was upstairs reading in the tub, heard me come home, finished her bath and came down mad that I didn't come up to say hi. Whatever, I'm tired, I ate, and went to bed. Wake up this morning and she asks me if I have a girlfriend on the side... I'm shocked by the question, when the [email protected] do I have time to have some shit on the side? I'm at work for 17 freakin hours a day! I'm working my ass to the bone to take care of my family and she has the [email protected] nerve to accuse me of doing something so horrible that it would surely tear the family apart. I can't even talk to her, I'm not that confident that I can keep my temper under control. Lack of sleep and malnourishment has compromised my ability to make good decisions.