Sorry to moan today but am feeling a little dispare as i think of all the thing in life this illness has taken from me.
I've has fybro for 20yrs now and it has gotten slowly worse over that time, I had everything anyone could ask for before this, a wonderful husband, great kids, a lovely home and a great job i was so proud to have achieved, then on a holiday to spain with my family i caught a virus and well you all know the rest.
Since then i have lost my husband, who left me in 2007 because he didn't believe my illness wa" that bad"! and because our family had grown and moved on wanted a party life style, he redescoverd himself, going on golf holidays with the boys, buying designer clothes and generally partying it up, but because i couldn't join in he just upt and left, leaving me with all the marital debt and no mens to keep paying my mortage or look after my self, at this time my 21yrs old son lived with us, but he waited till my son was on holiday with his girlfriend to pull the biggest shocker and leave me, and in time things got much
After a year i eventually lost my home, was made homless for three years, and now live on my own in a rotten little flat that i hate, the rest of my kids don't beleive my illness is as there dad said "that bad" and i have made this life for my self.
Anyway, im so sorry for the moan, i know there are many of you out there with much worse stories, but i feel a little meloncoly today and just had to write this to you because i know there is someone out there who understands .
I'm now 51yrs old and just feel im now waiting and passing time till the end.
luv you all. M. xx