We are not religious but my partner and I rely on each other. I try to be understanding of how stressful it is to be a caregiver and he is constantly supportive of me. We’re aware that we’re in this together and try our best to take care and be sensitive to what the other person needs. It’s a two way street - it takes compassion, patience and sometimes, forgiveness. This disease has definitely changed both of us, but it many ways it’s brought us closer together primarily because we both wanted it to.

Simply put, "When people change, relationships change."
A mature relationship, one founded in true love, and having CHRIST as the center of this relationship, can endure both positive and negative changes to the relationship!
When a relationship where the whole foundation, physically is changed, a spirituality must be present to get through those changes. That added strength can help the relationship survive!
I know, that in our case, when our world was changed, we changed! My helpmate, became my caregiver, I became someone needing that care, both physically and emotionally. It was difficult for our roles to change. I became the "weak one" and she became the "strong one."
We changed and adapted to the situation.
I believe that our love and our relationship, founded in JESUS CHRIST, got us through this situation.

To be honest I was in a few non commited relationships and when I was first got ill I was very hard to get along with. I felt like crap pushed them away because I didnt think it was fair that they needed to deal with my issue and the possibilty of me dying on them. Some got to clingy and all of a sudden wanted to be in a serious relationship but wasnt for me.
Eight years later 3 of them are dead and I’m still unwilling to let someone get to close mainly how different my world is today dealing with good days and bad days.

Way of life changes. My husband said to me we should be traveling now. We had a nice motor home and had to sell it :(🥲🙏

John that was another thing that happened. most of the people in my life except my immediate family dropped me like I had had already died or would be soon. They no longer call to participate in gathers or outside activities like I could never have fun again. Having MM mess me up mentally and financially. There have been times when I wished I had died. Still fighting for a reason