So I haven't seen a whole lot of messages from actual supporters here...just CHeads that rave about theirs. It's been almost three years since the last comment on here, so I don't even know if anyone will read this.
Am I a bad supporter?

When my partner is in a cycle (such as he's been for the past four weeks) I hurt just as much as he does, just in a different way. His pain is physical, but it eventually goes away and he's fresh-a-daisy; mine is emotional and it hangs around all the time.
I read an email he sent to my sister regarding our recent vacation. He said his headaches almost ruined our vacation. I laughed at the "almost." As far as I'm concerned it DID ruin our vacation. It was not relaxing. It was not fun. It was torture. I asked him if we could just skip it and stay home since he had just begun a cycle the week before. He insisted we still go. Oh, yay. Yep, lots of fun trapped on the Amtrak with him and his CH; trapped in the rental car with him and his CH; trapped in the hotel room with him and his CH. Lots of fun!!! I know I'm not supposed to say these things and have more sympathy for his pain, but what about my pain?
I will admit that when he gets a headache I roll my eyes and think, "Here we go again. When will this end?" So I set his things out for him, gather up the kids, and head out the door...if he doesn't stop us.
I admire the people that try to hide it from their families so that they don't have to watch. I wish my partner would take a page out of that book. Instead, mostly, he asks us not to leave the house because it makes him feel badly, but then he won't leave the room to suffer on his own. We all have to watch and suffer with him. Misery loves company, right?
I am tired of getting up with the kids in the morning only to find his clothes strewn about the house, his pills and empty Imitrex blister packs strewn all over the countertop, and nasty, used kleenex lying about the general area of the garbage can, but nothing actually making it in there.
I'm tired of making excuses to my friends and coworkers about why I can't go out for fun, or why I can't work for them when they're sick, or why I'm always so crabby lately. I'm tired of lying to people when they ask, "How was your vacation?" "Oh, fun," I say. LIES! But if I tell the truth, I'm just a Debbie Downer, bitching about my boyfriend's headaches. No one wants to hear about it. I can't talk to anyone but him about it and that just makes him feel bad.
The only thing he and I talk about anymore is his headaches. Correction: he talks, I listen and clean up after him. He's very messy when he has a CH, and that's understandable, but when the headache is over, pick up your damned mess. I basically just feel like a nurse-maid. I clean the house, take care of the kids, and make sure he feels good about himself.
When can I start feeling good about myself? I keep all my feelings to myself because I don't want to make him feel worse about his situation but I know I can't do this much longer. I'm tired not just emotionally but physically as well. I feel like a single parent but instead of just having the two kids, I have three. I don't feel like a loving spouse. I don't feel appreciated.
Any help out there? I'd like my family to remain in tact and in order for that to happen, I need some pointers from other supporters, not Clusterheads. Clusterheads are too caught up in themselves to know what it's like to watch this month after month.
Am I a bad supporter?