Hubby had a near miss with being laid off recently. That's about the only way I can wrap my thoughts around it, since he's still going to the office every day and working late hours, not to mention Saturdays, too. His boss is apparently not sure whether or not to fire him. Meanwhile, "work your ass off, please". At the end of December a decision is to be made. Hopefully, Hubby will have moved on to greener pastures by then. Because he's been a stressed out mess. And the whole thing royally sucks.
Meanwhile, he is focused on retirement and what we will do. Thinking about it all of the time. Talking about it all of the time. Generally, making me angry and annoyed because I am nowhere near ready to retire. I don't want to. At all.
He had us buy more life insurance and wants to set up a meeting with some woman who is a retirement specialist. I could give a rip roaring fart about it. Not interested at all.
If you're thinking of retiring at 55 and you aren't a wealthy philanthropist, you're an idiot. Sorry, but really. You have at least another 15 years of life to give to an organization, in some scope. And there will be bills to pay. You might as well buy your plot and casket if you're going to retire at 55. And let's not even discuss how being in the same house every day all day is not healthy to a couple. Not this couple. There's a reason we need to get up and go to a job every day.
I don't even want to think about retiring. Not interested.