Does your marriage ever need repair? Do you ever wish you could take it to the garage, like you do your car? Have you found yourself seeking out large band aids to cover the gaping, bleeding holes in your marriage? Well, if so, let me assure you my friend, you are not alone. Every since my health has started going done hill, so has my marriage. I feel like my husband is now my full-time caregiver, and doctor. I do not feel like a wife, instead, I feel like a child. I dwell on a deserted island, alone, and miserable. But, I have not given up hope, or given up on my marriage.Nor, will I ever. I am in this marriage for the long haul. Which, by the way, means, in sickness, and in health, until death, do we part. My marriage is not disposable, would never think of throwing it away. I am putting my full body armour on, and preparing to fight, fight, fight. Round one, ding, ding, ding!!!