Lee Ann,
I don't know if it helps to hear us say that we know what you are going through, but...we know what you are going through. Personally, I totally understand the stress of money issues. I've gone through a lot of things in my life, but I've never had anxiety like I do now until last year. I also grew up in a house where showing your emotions was a sign of weakness.
From what you said, it sounds like your husband is trying to be supportive (but I could be totally wrong about that). My advice is to talk to him and tell him how you really feel. I know it's hard to find people who understand what you are going through, but that's what we are here for. My family doesn't understand, and instead of trying to understand, they make rude comments.
Also, I don't want to sound sterotypical here, but I've noticed that sometimes I get very weepy around that time of month. Sometimes, you can look at me the wrong way and I'll eith or cry or flip out. I'm sure that going on birth control would help, but I really don't want to go on another med until I get my fibro under control. That's just me, anyway. Everyone deals with things differently. BTW-I'm also one of those people who cannot allow someone to cry alone in my presence. LOL-this AM, my mom was coming upstairs from the basement and when she saw me setting the table for brunch, she started to cry. She said that she's just not used to anyone helping her do anything around the house. To me, it was just no big deal-how hard is it to put 3 plates and some silverware on the table? Anyway, my point to this long story is that when she started to tear up, I told her not to start, cause I'll cry, too. There we were like 2 fools crying over me setting the table!
OK-I've gotten off the point, again. Shocker! It sounds like you are overwhelmed. Believe it or not, it's really hard for me to ask for help with anything because I'm so used to doing everything myself. But, I have finally realized that it's OK to ask for help. And, it's also OK to cry. So, if you ever need someone to cry with, bring the kleenex and I'll cry with you.
Hope you feel better!