My first husband was a total jerk about my illness. I went from being a competitive athlete, to a mess in a year. He didn't get it, he didn't care to. I've remarried since, and can honestly say that there are men out there that will treat you kindly, and love you despite it all.
I've run across so many nurses and doctors over the years, who wrote me off as a neurotic and a nut, even after I'd been diagnosed by a rheumatologist. It was stressful and humiliating. I have unsympathetic family members as well that don't believe it's real, or that I'm looking for sympathy...
Sex life for me is an on and off thing depending on pain levels. Most nights I'm so exhausted and sore, there's little interest. But the days we can make it happen, it's a magical thing.
Having fibro is so unimaginable to those that don't have it. It destroyed my first marriage, and made the teen years very difficult for my now adult children. I feel for you deeply. While it seems that every day it's something else, there are those lovely days that you learn to...