Hi Denny,
I want to thank you for replying so quickly. Yes I do have a psychiatrist and I see her once every 2 weeks. That does help, but I am still really struggling with everything. My husband always asks me when I am going to see my fruit loop doctor and I tell him every time he asks. I don't know if it is him having to work all the time and me not doing much because of all the pain I am enduring or what. I have offered to print a simple bit of info off the computer for him to read and maybe try to get him to understand some of what rsd does to a person and all he says is "All you ever want to do is have me read,read ,read."So he really doesn't seem interested in what my disease is doing to me.I am sorry it just doesn't seem fair. I try to help him understand what I am going through but he just doesn't want to listen. How can I get him to listen so maybe he could understand a little better? I am so tired of fighting. I try to tell him that we can't go back to the past and fix what happened. What happened it done and over with and we can't look into the future because we can't predict the future, but we need to look at the here and now and deal with things one day at a time. He tells me he can't he HAS to look in the future but never tells me why. I am trying to get through to him the best way i know how but am struggling like crazy. I think I will try to write him a letter and see what that does. All I can say is I keep my fingers crossed. I do love him.I put him and my daughter before myself always. They both mean the world to me and I told him that last night but he didn't seem to care all he says is I didn't ask you to do that. So see what I am going up against. One thing I did mean is that I am not afraid of him. I used to get hit around by my father when I was younger but I still stood my grounds and I will continue to do that til the day I die. I keep trying but a person can only do so much before they say to heck with it and just give up.
Thanks again. YOu take care and hope to talk to you soon.

Sincerely yours,
Tracy