Migraine has been my companion now for 5 decades with a spotty treatment success history. I have been married for 4 decades and I realize it is no picnic for our partners. I just joined this community because I am at the end of my rope with 15+ migraine days/month despite the best pharmaceuticals. I am rambling because I know I can do more. But I am being thrown off the balance beam by comments from my husband about "how I look." He tells me I look sad. Why don't I cheer up? What is the matter with me? When we "socialize," he says I look like I don't want to be there. If he only knew the duck feet paddling under water keeping me there. Even though I tell him this, he cannot understand. I feel black. The pain of my migraine has left, but it has not left my face. He will wake up and see it and once again tell me I look [insert negative adjective]. I cannot muster the resilience when I come out of these attacks. I feel like a puddle. I want to hide under the bed and cry and never come out. I feel hopeless about this disease and am struggling to accept I will never be free of it. Help...