I was just about to comment on the irony of LeQ eulogising MrLeQ as the dominant male when from her posts about him losing the car (and doing something else very, very stupid that I can't immediately recall) she makes him sound like a bit of a child who needs mothering himself...
This thread is fascinating - I would say that DH is indecisive/helpless to a large extent, but having read all the posts I'd have to say that it's only when it's not interesting to him...
If he wants to buy a computer/car/gadget he will research the hell out of it and then make his purchase. He is a CFO and makes lots of high powered decisions on a daily basis. But when it comes to our social life and our domestic chores....
If I didn't do Christmas and birthdays they wouldn't happen. If I didn't organise DD's birthday party or playdates or social events they wouldn't happen. If I didn't plan, research and book our family holiday it wouldn't happen. We don't go out unless I organise it.
In the house, he will fill and empty the dishwasher. But that's pretty much it. I've already ranted on AIBU about his lack of care/concern over DD's headlice a while back. He will tell me 'we need to do xxx' and assume that his part of the transaction is over and I will take care of it. Whilst on many an occasion I feel like leaving it until he stirs himself, I don't want DD to suffer.
Case in point. I have got shingles at the moment and am in a great deal of pain. DH asks me on Saturday morning as I return from A&E with my aciclovir, 'Do we need to do any school uniform washing for DD?' I reply yes, her school shirts need doing, she's okay for everything else, and retire to bed.
FF to early Sunday evening and I discover that her shirts have not been washed. I ask DH, his response 'well, I could only find one of them'. I check the linen baskets in her room and the bathroom, look behind the sofa (don't ask) and discover 4 more. I end up putting them on. X-factor results finish. DH looks up and says 'ooh, don't we need to take DD's shirts out of the machine?' And remains sitting there, looking at me. I reply (through gritted teeth at this stage) 'yes, WE do.' He sits there. I get up and do it.
Last night I said that I really didn't feel like cooking. He said 'well, I would cook something but I don't know what we've got in.' I tell him. He says he doesn't fancy any of that and he'd really like kebab and chips. Will I phone them while he does.... actually, I have no idea what he went and did other than smoke a fag!
His mum committed suicide when he was 12. From that age to when he went to Uni he was looking after himself and his dad and younger siblings. He managed to do that, perhaps he thought when he got married 'ahh, I can relax now and not have to bother!'??
Tbh I can stand the domestic crappery (although it irks me when I'm not well) but as another poster said further up the thread, it's the always having to plan for things, never feeling special... he decided to have a bbq birthday party for me this summer, as our garden had just been redone, invited just HIS FAMILY (don't get me wrong, I like his family, but !!!) and then 2 weeks before my birthday said 'um, can you invite all our friends as I don't know their numbers' - oh, and don't worry, I'll do all the food and preparation... this translated to getting hot and sweary over a barbecue on the day. Not buying the food, not marinading it, not making any salads, side dishes or desserts... don't get me wrong, we had a great time, but just for once! Just once!
Ooh, that was a rant and a half! I'm not sure what good it did me, as I now feel a burning ball of rage and resentment towards him, but hey! :)