After a divorce in '96 I was on my own for five years. I now realize that during that time I was able to do what I needed to do to manage my illness. Then I met the "perfect man" (is there really such a thing??. He is somewhat disabled following cancer surgery nearly 9 yrs. ago, so has chronic pain, decreased strength and stamina problems. His doctor said we were a "good match!". We married three years ago and there has been a steady decline in our relationship since six months following our marriage. My husband has mentioned that I'm "different ever since the fibromyalgia got worse." In my view, it's not worse, I just lost control of managing it! He was so understanding, acknowledging the fact that I have really limited stamina/easy fatigue, so, for example, I HATE to shop. He's not happy if we just go to the grocery store and come right home. A stop at "Home Depot" (and walk for a mile, I swear!), at yard sales, etc. Going resulted in one of us being miserable: either I was exhausted or he was unhappy. He knows that by 1 or 2 in the afternoon, I need to crash: the day's energy is gone and down time on the couch is a must. Result: He leaves to go grocery shopping at, say, 10:00 a.m. and gets home at -- you guessed it-- around 1 or 2 p.m. (all the stops, you know). So, I drag myself off the couch -- unrested and miserable -- to put groceries away. (I can't handle the guilt if I stay put on the couch!). Our body clocks are soooo different as far as times to get up, go to bed, when we have the most energy, etc. Shall I go on? NO, this is already too long...the bottom line is this: With losing control of the fibromyalgia management, I've become a moody, irritable witch! He continues to say he understands and does whatever he can...but I'm still miserable, which, of course, makes him miserable. HELP!