a bad week

This week has been of the 'hide under the duvet and eat chocolate' variety. And today, a duvet simply doesn't seem far enough away. The bottom of a deep hole seems a reasonable place. Or the other side of the world.
Reasons for this?
1) mrpastasmissus has to sign on
2) An official letter saying if he wants to keep current pension benefits he needs to pay a considerable amount a month. If he chooses to pay nothing then his registration as a pastor might be at risk. Well, thanks!!!
3) Church leadership want to meet us to discuss us moving out of the manse. As if they hadn't done enough to break us already, they need to make sure of throwing us out, despite the fact they said we could stay for another 3 months. This may be a simple issue of miscommunication between them and mrpastasmissus. I don't care. We are staying until our new house gets sorted and we can move, which should be within the next 3 months.
4) Money. I only work part-time for health reasons. Mine is the only income now. So all bills, council tax etc have to get paid from what I earn (until mrpastasmissus manages to find some kind of job, which could prove interesting...). The amount the pensions people want for a full pension is half my income.

I would actually like to be somewhere where none of this exists. Where we might have some hope of a future. Where mrpastasmissus' gifts are recognised and accepted and used. Where someone actually apologises for the damage they have caused both of us. Where I will stop being reminded of this rubbish. Where I will stop feeling angry and hurt and victimised.