I am new on here but have been very impressed with this site. Reading all of your posts and words of encouragement and advise has been so very helpful.
I am currently dealing with a situations that I know most all of you have encountered as well. I guess I just need to vent to people who totally understand what I am saying. I thank you for allowing me to do that here.
I was diagnosed about 10 years ago with Fibro, though I think I had early on-set from a very young age. The illness has completely destroyed the life I had envisioned for myself. I have been struggling all this time financially, emotionally and every other "ly". Lol. Then I met the love of my life. We have known each other for 30 yrs but even as kids we always had a special bond. He was older than me to he eventually got married, then I married, then he divorced, I was still married, he married again, I got divorced and so on for the past 30 yrs. But anytime we would run into each other the moment our eyes connected it was like no one else on earth was there. It sounds cliche but its the God's Honest Truth.
Finally we were both single at the same time and we figured it would be now or never to see if we really had something for a strong relationship. We got together on 12/31/10 and haven't been apart since. He knew all about my fibro and was very compassionate and understanding. That was one thing I adored about him was that he seemed to really care and understand and would do anything I needed to make me feel better. He is an extremely active person. He can barely sit and watch a movie. So I have had quite a few months of feeling better more than not so I have been able to go and do with him. Plus at the time he was working out of state for the oilfield in Alaska and gone several weeks at a time so that was my time to relax, take care of myself and get as much rest as possible. I always made sure the house was clean before he came home.
Well now we have moved to Texas. He is still in the oilfield but he is home most every night now especially while things are slow so he may actually be home all weekend. This is wonderful but this is also my greatest problem.
You see, he is of the old south, oilfield mentality. Because his work schedule is so on and off and he never knows when he might get a day off here or there he really doesn't want me working because I can have a schedule like that. Not to mention my fibro has increasingly gotten worse over the years and there is no way in hll I could hold down even a part-time job. So, he figures since he goes to work everyday that it is my job to keep the house hold in order. Well part of that I agree with. We all have to put in our labor to earn our way in life. He is able to go out and work for an employer and get paid so don't mind keeping the home clean and cooking dinner for him and washing clothes, etc. The problem comes when I am having an especially rough day, my pain level or fatigue or both is almost to the boiling over point.