I'm glad to read these posts! My boyfriend has CF, and marmarmar has pretty much echoed a lot of my feelings, except that I knew before we ever got together that he had CF. When he was in high school, a girl he was interested in who was interested in him walked away from him when she found out he had CF. Her loss. I've never met anyone like my boyfriend and I love him more than words can say. He has had a lifetime to get used to the idea that his expiry date could be much sooner than most other peoples'. It still bothers me, after a year of being together. I know he's going to die. I know I'M going to die. But the thought of him dying young and my having to live without him breaks my heart and scares me badly. He jokes about not being around in five years, but while I know he needs to have a sense of humour about it, I just can't joke about his death. He is 32 years old, and he could go at any time, really. I try hard to take care of him, because god knows he doesn't try too hard to take care of himself. That also scares me. He's gotten better in the time we've been together but he could do better still. Part of me resents that--aren't I important enough to stick around for? Often I feel so selfish for feeling what I feel. He's often tired and doesn't have the energy to do things. Most of the time, I understand and it doesn't bother me, but I resent his tiredness when I want to be intimate and he'd rather snooze. I know that's selfish, and then I feel guilty on top of it all. I try hard to put his needs ahead of my own, but sometimes I get quiet and withdrawn and he gets angry at me for it. But I don't want to tell him the problem because I don't want him to feel bad, and, well, you get the idea. I feel so bad when he wakes up coughing....I wish I could take on the disease for him, just to give him a break. I admire how strong he is for dealing with his CF and his positive attitude toward it. But sometimes I get angry at him for not taking care of himself, and I probably mother him too much. I don't want to coddle him and make him feel like a little kid, but I want to take care of him. I try to cram in lots of affection while we can, but then he gets annoyed at my clingyness. I just can't seem to find the right balance to suit both of us. I know all couples struggle at times, but the CF can make things worse. I think it takes strong people on both sides--those who have it and those who love them--to make things work. While it's often hard, the reward is tremendous. And while it scares me terribly to know he could die very young, at least we got the time we had, which is more than some people get. Doesn't make things much easier though. Nothing does. But I am glad that others feel what I feel--at least I'm not alone.