The monster being chronic pain.  I was diagnosed with fibro 8 years ago but live with  pain for over 18-20 years, it creep on my slowly but surely. The problem in my married life is not my husband or my kids it is me.

I guess I am a lucky one to have a man who is still with me after all those years of not knowing what was wrong with me, not sure if I was crazy (my thoughts). He  is an eternal optimist, you know the glass is always half full when mine is half empty !  He is patient, loving, understanding helpful, I have to pinch myself to believe it because I became at a time a.... can't find the right word to describe me then . He is a man who never even had a headache, still he believes me when I tell him how I feel. He is the one who will tell people and family that on that day I don't feel up to it. He does a lot in the house to help and took over himself to do chores that are too hard for me.

The problem is me..... How could someone take all this ? How could he accept to let go of the good  life we had BF, ( before fibro) So many losses, loved activities together ,sports,travels. etc.. The lost of so many acquaintances and some friends... all of mine. .  I can't accuse them of abandoning me, I did it for myself, tired of repeating the same excuses and tired of listening to their find of miracle cures. I isolated myself from the world, no fault of others. I am not unhappy to be "alone" in my corner I keep busy and don't have to find excuses anymore to do things I love like art .

This is my experience with my married life I am so lucky that I can't complaint too much. Just feel like  screaming at that monster who robbed me of good years.