'I was out of action for 6 weeks following surgery, then another 4 months with chemo and I dropped everything. I did no wifework at all. That was 6 years ago and we are still struggling with the fallout from that year. Debts we ran up because he didn't take over the money. House falling apart because he didn't take over the maintenance/ cleaning, because there was nobody nagging him.'
I'm really sorry you went through this Ewan, and that you're still suffering from it, unnecessarily, due to your DH's incompetence.
I think this was the key element for me when things came to a head with my DH - the fact that I felt like, if things went wrong, he wouldn't support me. I told him that I felt like he had drained the life out of me, that I have put so much energy into our relationship and he had just taken that energy and used it for himself. I had, for some reason, believed that he would repay that energy at some point, but then something happened and it became clear that he had no intention of doing that. That in fact he didn't realise at all the amount of effort I had put in to supporting him and he didn't feel any obligation whatsoever to support me. It was so incredibly, crushingly disappointing. I felt like a fool.
I was set on divorce and it was only at that point that he started to listen. But even then he, with a totally straight face, said I needed to help him to get better. I was incredulous. I asked him if he seriously meant that, after riding on my back for 12 years to the point where I was near collapse, after failing spectacularly to support me in any way, he was still honestly expecting me to help him! Such was his expectation that I was there to assist and support him that even when I was threatening divorce he STILL expected me to put time and energy in to fixing him.
I just said no and I stuck to that rigidly. I was not going to give even more of my energy to making his life better when he would give me nothing. Even then he still wanted me to be a cheerleader, praising him when did the jobs that I had been doing over and over and over and over and over and over for years and years and years. Jobs I did while heavily pregnant, while I had a newborn, while I was pregnant again, this time with a toddler, while I had a toddler and a newborn and PND. Jobs he never once helped me with or thanked me for, even when I did them while delirious from lack of sleep or practically suicidal from depression.
He did turn it around. He now does at least his fair share. And you know what the ridiculous fucking thing is? I see him, a healthy strong man, doing a fraction of what I was doing while I was pregnant/breastfeeding/looking after a toddler and a newborn, and I feel guilty because he seems to be doing so much. Fucked up eh?