i woke up this morning to my bf angrily stomping around the house after getting off his graveyard shift. poor thing works seventy to eighty hours a week..all physical labor and he is running on fumes. i gently tried to see what was wrong and he informed me we may lose our house if we don't have provisions done within three weeks that we cannot afford at this time to hire services for and that i can't physically do and that he can phsyically do but with his hours he's rarely home and usually limping already and even if he did spend his small amount of time off a week doing it, he'd probably have to skimp on more sleep and still may not be able to finish in time by the deadline. he used to be a wanderer and lived on the road and says he is so frustrated he's tempted to leave it all...but i don't want to live on the road. i just finally got settled and things finally got peaceful. he has finally fallen asleep and now i am up wide eyed and worried sick and feeling defeated.