Met H 9 years ago.
Warned him from the outset I was ill.
In this case ill means odd accidents, unexplained collapses and similar.
The GPs and consultants have taken this long to diagnose me, got diagnosis in March '22.
Covid delayed diagnosis (not blaming, NHS had to do that instead).
Things like social care and financial support are beginning to be put in place.
Despite my better judgment, I agreed to marry H 7 years ago. Moved into his house, on the condition we would move asap.
That was nearly 8 years ago.
I was still working until 4 years ago.
He said he realised and understood my disability.
I'm effectively housebound, have no money of my own, this house has never felt like mine.
Once my money is sorted I would like to move out. I can't move yet, I have no money of my own.
Every day I don't end my life is a win. Every day I keep going is a win, I'm running out of reasons to stay.