Only been together 7 months but it's starting to feel like we've been together years. Before Christmas we were fine, went out all the time, comedy nights, music gigs, meals, cinema, weekends away - then in the new year DP came down with a virus which he overly panics about despite having had every test going and being told it's nothing serious. He had it for two weeks and in those two weeks it was non stop moaning and paranoia, he started going to bed really early and not wanting to do anything - always putting it down to this virus. Then the virus cleared up, he seemed to cheer up for one whole day and fuck me sideways with a bog brush, he came down with sickness and diarrhea. So for the next week he was off again, moaning, lounging around on the sofa, not wanting to do anything, bed early or falling asleep on the sofa - my house felt like a retirement home. Then he got over that and I came down with pleurisy. Like most women I tried to hide the pain as much as possible under a box of cocodamol and a smile but I felt like shit. He took two days off from being ill and has now decided his virus is playing up again. I'm bored to death. We have not been out since before Christmas (well, I have with friends but not with him) and even sex is becoming rare. The last time we had sex was two sundays ago and I had to instigate it. He's always too tired or not feeling well enough.
I'm starting to feel like illness is wrecking the entire relationship. We're supposed to be going on holiday in two weeks and I'm dreading it - 2 weeks of whinging and moaning about feeling ill 