I can only speak for my ex, OP but he always looked outraged if I asked him to do any chores or to look after ds or collect him from nursery. He'd look at me like I had two heads and say "you know I can't. I work !" as if he deserved a sodding medal for managing a 9-5.
So we left when ds was 2.
Since then, I've worked full time for 15 years, I've cared for ds 345 mornings, evenings & nights each year. I've managed all childcare, holiday clubs, school issues, and homework. I've done every school run, parents evening, sports day, nativity play, doctors and dentist appointments. I've bought and renovated a 4 bed house. Now we're driving around the country doing university open days
Somewhere in the middle of all that I found time to have a mastectomy, chemo and radiotherapy, while still working full time.
Ex on his weekly visit to see ds, didn't notice anything was wrong, just moaned about how driving his luxury automatic made his leg ache. 😂😂😂
Life is much easier without him in tow but I have high hopes for my ds who knows how to use the washing machine, the dishwasher and the cooker.
He can turn out a decent omelette, an outstanding salad and makes a mean curry. And leaves the kitchen tidy. He makes his own bed and is familiar with the hoover and the loo brush.
By the time he's 21 I'm hopeful he will be completely independent. 😊