It's hard for me to not feel guilty when things don't get done. I am somewhat of a perfectionist, and when I see a bunch of stuff lying around, it drives me crazy. It's like the house won't get cleaned unless I do. My husband will do the dishes every now and then, but that is pretty much it...
The past few days I have been relaxing, and I feel guilty about it. I took care of my son more the other day, and when my husband got back home, I passed out from exhaustion for three or four hours.
I want my husband to get a job because I can't stand being poor. But I just don't know how I am going to handle it. I don't really have many people who can help me. My sister does, but she has to know at least a day or two in advance. My mom would help me, but she works really hard, and her husband is kind of a jackass. He loves my son, but for some reason he doesn't like it when my mom comes over to help me out.
I feel so alone. I feel like I have no one, and I feel like no one really cares about me. I know that they do, but I don't think they really believe how much pain I am in. The only person who can see it is my husband and that is because he knows me so well. People tell me all the time that I "don't look sick". My thought on that is that just because I don't look sick doesn't meant that I'm not.
Somedays I just want to get away from it all. I feel like such a burden on everyone. Not just because of the fibro, but also because I don't have a job and we have to ask our families for money. Our town here in Indiana isn't really hiring any jobs, or any jobs that would make a difference.
Anyways. I would like to keep talking, but I don't want to write a novel for you all.