A lesson is repeated until learned

One of the reasons, and probably the main reason that I want to have the means to take care of myself is that my husband lost his job about a month ago. This isn't the first or the second time that he has been unemployed, but the third time in 20 years.

The first time we were young and had a toddler. I was a stay-at-home mom. I was shocked and afraid. I remember crying...alot. I kept thinking how could this happen? What are we going to do? This just shouldn't be happening to us. Well, it did. I considered going back to work right away, but he was only out of work for four months, and we had to relocate east from the midwest. I was so relieved. However, it never dawned on me to make a plan just in case this were to happen again.

The second time was about six years ago. By now we had two children and I was working too. At that time we had mountains of debt (at least that's what it felt like to me). I suggested to him at that time that he go back to school and get his Master's Degree or even go into teaching, but he chose not to do either. He was out of work a little more than a year. However, it never dawned on me to make a plan just in case this were to happen again.

So here we are a third time. My husband is out of work, and I'm angry. I'm not angry at him. I'm angry at myself. I'm angry at myself because I have allowed myself to be in this situation not once, not twice, but three times.

Have I learned my lesson? I sure hope so.