I feel alone too. My husband never responds to me, or pampers me. I would just love him to say we should probably go home so you can warm up and rest. Never. It will never happen. I'm the only one that cares about my pain, and it's sad. I know this is not easy for our spouses, but guess what it's even harder on us. That point alone makes it hard for me to make excuses for him not treating me the way I should be treated. Sorry I'm ranting, It's been two days in a row now, with crying involved and all, that I am truly alone in this stupid fibro fight. So basically what I meant to say, is your not alone. haha. I had to let some steam off. I hope you went for dinner and shopping.

Hello,

You are not alone. I just was recently diagnosed with Fibro. My husband does not want to hear about the pain I am in. He comes home hours after he gets off work. I would think he would at least come home to her daughter. I can't believe that someone I gave my life to could be so cruel. I am always in pain and my mind gets consumed into it. All I do is cry. I am happy to hear that I am not alone. Thanks for opening up about whats going on with you.

Dear friends: twinmomab and joi4star: ive been seriously off the grid, just licking my own wounds I guess. Yea, no help from the fam. I'm glad to vent here, but mostly I just pray and talk to God and my cat. I even kinda grieve that this cat is not as compassionate as my last cat (of 11 years). I grew up in an abusive home where I was regarded as akin to the maid, cook and lacky. I spent a lot of time alone and learned that NoOne cared how I felt or what I had to say. This is my 2nd marriage. The first was an abusive disaster - no help there, but this one seemed to be headed a better direction. My husband now is hard as steel outside: in some ways a victim of his own unloved past, but inside he is just gooey, lol! At least I know that he cares, though suffering makes him uncomfortable as he is a "fixer" and can't fix this. When I was young I poured all my tears out onto a stuffed cat that I have still, though she is worn shiny and thin in some places, and the sawdust in her feet are kept in with baby socks. Guess I said all this to say - when all is said and done, we are all alone and we have to make that work somehow. Thank you for your input! Peace to you and a warm cat - real or off the shelf!

No worries about going quiet while things are so rough. I'm sorry to hear it. The presence of my two cats can give so much comfort. They always do something adorable or endearingly dumb enough to smile through the pan.

And whenever you want to be alone together, we're here. :) Hang in there, and healing vibes for you.