I don't even know where to start and just needed to complain to someone, sorry. Hubby can't help with this. There is no short story and I will proabably ramble on. My mom says she understands fibro and "tries" to care. She reads internet and articles I send but swears I can do more and am just being lazy. My sister didn't even bother to know what fm/cfs was until about 1 month ago: I was diagnoised close 2 years ago. For the past 2 weeks mom on vacation so i came 1.5 hours from home to run her small business for her, while here I was stayinhg at my sisters house. For my sister I have.... - pulled a garbage can full of weeds - went to the market - went to dry cleaner - gave her dogs a bath - cleaned the pool - folded laundry All this while running my moms business and I had to run home to fix our living room after we paid someone to paint it and they totally messed it up. Last night (my last night here) all I wanted to do was shower, put on PJ's and watch the baseball game and call it an early night. Well this turned into a huge argument with my sister. All week I was told "don't do this" , and "don't touch anything". I am her call girl who could not sit down to do what I wanted to do for once. Not to mention like 3 times by my sister, and twice by my mom I was called a JAP (Jewish American Princess) because I do not work and have a so called " easy life" according to them. When I called her out on it all the sudden she said she was joking. It is not my fault I lost my job: I did not quit, by position was elimated. And yes it has been 6 months, and I am still out of work, but all symptoms got way worse after being laid off. My husband does not care and told me to take my time looking for a new job. Yes money is very tight now, but its not like the family is helping. My sister has thousands in the bank and we may be filing for bankrupcy The most horrible part is the JAP comment: We are not even jewish. My husband is (and they love him, and does everything for them.) and for them to make a racist comment against his relgion: I don't even know where to go with that. Well then I crashed: Every muscle and nerve went haywire, heachache, I wanted to throw up, I couldn't breath, I was shaking, my legs gave out. I escaped and went to moms house for peace, only to be followed by my sister. She never saw me sick, and still sick this morning. But here I am back at the office. Somehow I have to pull myself together to drive home in a few hours. My sister feels so bad, and I don't even care. But now with mom on her way home (who always defends my sister) I am sure I will have to here it from her to. Sorry for the vent, just needed to get it out.