Ok, so hubbies business has gone insolvent after 30 years through no fault of his own. It just so happens that a year ago I got a decent full-time job so we should just about be ok financially. Mortgage is paid off and kids are grown up. However, I am still doing shopping, more than half the housework and the cooking. I know he's had a tough time . . . BUT! Today I got in from work at 8pm to be told he didn't need dinner as he was eating a pot noodle but what about me? I was hungry and had to get myself something to eat after a long and tiring day while he was sitting on the settee watching fucking golf! What are your thoughts - please?