@crochetmonkey74
Why are some men like this? They never even take themselves out for a walk/a coffee/a browse of a shop
I have NO idea. I honestly thought it was just my DH who was like this, and it's so refreshing and cathartic to see many other women with men the same!!! I mean, there are probably loads in real life, but they never say, and I never do either. Probably afraid of being judged or gossiped about.
He is 56 now, and I am 53. Up to some 12 years ago, he had 4 or 5 mates (from work) who he used to go to the pub with 2 or 3 times a month, and he would go jogging with them, and play pool. Plus he had a couple of mates in the neighbourhood too, who he would sit on the drive with, supping a can of beer on a sunny day, whilst watching them tinker with their motorbike or car. I would be sitting with their wife, supping a glass of wine while our kids played in the pool.(blow up on, not a fancy L.A. style one!) 
We moved house and he changed jobs around 12 years ago when he was around 43-44, and he lost touch with these mates. I stayed in touch with a couple of old (female) neighbours and made new friends, took on new hobbies, did lots of stuff with the kids etc, met friends for coffee or lunch 2 or 3 times a month, and just generally had a life (still do.)
DH however, just went into himself in his mid 40s, never socialised with anyone, no longer had friends, no longer wanted friends, and just went really anti social and unmotivated. And as many posters have said about their DH - he never EVER EVER goes out on his own.
I will pop to the shops alone, go for a walk by the river, and pop into maccies, or Morrisons cafe for a cake and a coffee, and I will sit there scrolling through my phone, or reading a book. He will NEVER do that. And whilst I am out, sometimes he just continually messages me 'whatcha doin?' and 'where are ya?' and 'how long are ya gonna be?' 
When he broke up for 10 days on 17th December, he said he is going for a walk every day he is off 'to blow away the cobwebs and get fitter.' He went for a 1.5 hours walk TWICE, then he got bored. He has not gone since. (CBA/too tired/too cold/too wet/too foggy etc etc etc...) I knew it wouldn't last.
As I said, I don't know why some men are like this now (particularly men over 45,) because as I said earlier, my dad was nothing like this in his middle age and older, and neither were any other men I knew. He had many hobbies and many friends, and used to love going to the social club and meeting his friends, 3 or 4 times a week, playing pool/dominos/darts etc. DH won't move his arse off the couch - unless he needs the loo.
When I was much younger, my dad (and the middle aged men in my life,) was a hard working industrious man, who retired at 65, after 50 years of work. He worked a hard manual job, and did 50 hours some weeks.
DH works 28 hours a week in a piss-easy job, and is lacklustre and lazy. He would retire tomorrow if he could, and has been praying we locked down again, so he can get a few months off again. The older he gets, the less motivated he is, and the lazier he is getting. It's so depressing when you come from a family of proud, hard working men. He has 3 to 4 weeks off 'sick' every year. My dad never had that much off in his entire 50 years of working life.
DH keeps developing ailment after ailment too. I think he is hoping he will get written off on full time sick to be honest. He won't though, because people have to have their head hanging off these days to stay on benefits due to sickness or illness. AND, there is fuck-all wrong with him.
DH was hard working, and did 42 hours a week in a foundry, and some weeks 10 hours extra with overtime. He did this for 23 years, (between 21 and 44,) and brought in a good wage. Then he stayed unemployed for about half a year, and got a cushy office job for 4 days a week, 7 hours a day, and he is so unmotivated and lazy now.
He won't even go to the pub with me, or join any classes or groups, or meet anyone for a pub lunch or anything. I just go on my own or with friends, or our adult DC. I feel like sticking a stick of dynamite up his arse sometimes.
Rant over! Ahhhhh, that felt good!