I wish I could namechange for this but can't fecking work out how to do it
DH has just left for the night shift (he's in the emergency services) without kissing me goodbye for the first time in 12 years of marriage. I don't think we've ever parted on bad terms, so this is a pretty big deal. I feel like I am being an unmitigated cow but I don't know how to deal with it all.
He is wonderful. Honest to God he is. If you met him you'd give me a thick ear and say don't I know how lucky I am. I honestly believe he's never done an unkind thing to me or another person in his entire life. He believes completely in marriage being a partnership - I feel totally valued and he is very willing on the domestic front, to the extent of getting a bit cross if I thank him or doing something like washing up or hoovering ("Don't thank me! I live here: it's my job!") etc. etc.
But.
He is becoming absolutely useless. I can't think of a better way of putting it. It's become increasingly so - not an overnight uselessness.
If I ask him to do something (say, he is home and I am working long hours) it will be done badly, or not at all, or he will completely misunderstand. He seems unable to grasp a set of instructions (I hate having to give them in the first place, but tend to need to or he'll just look anxious and baffled). He will remember maybe the last point but then have to keep hearing everything again, almost like he's just zoned out.
He is always tired. He is almost always ill in a low-level sort of way. This means that nothing ever gets done not because he's being a bastard - he doesn't ahve a shred of bastardness in him - but because he's weary, he's done 12 hour shifts, he feels sick, etc.etc.
He never remembers anything about my life. Today I had a crucially important meeting (I mean a once in a lifetime one) which I felt sick about before I left for work this morning. 15 minutes after the meeting ended he called and I was pleasantly surprised thinking he'd bloody remembered something for a change, but he said nothing about it - didn't ask how it went - just wearily said how tired he was and when would I be home.
He makes huge mistakes. He's twice locked us both out of the house in the past year - £110 gone a time for a locksmith. Both times I have had to sort the locksmith out because he's upset/weary/generally not very capable. He can't deal with any household paperwork.
Anyway, upshot is I just keep nagging and nagging and nagging and I think it's really damaging. It's demeaning to a clever, kind, lovely man to be nagged. And it's hideous to hear myself do it. But if I didn't I would be worn down doing every single task.
I'm starting to get resentful. Why can't he ever look after me? Why can't I have a rotten day at work for once, and come home to my favourite supper?
And if i ever say anything about it - like just now - he never argues, just hangs his head dumbly and says I'm right and he's sorry, and I have to then make him feel better again. And I'm SO TIRED. I want someone to look after me. I want to respect him. I cant' stand feeling exasperated and infuriated and actually, increasingly contemptuous of the dearest kindest man who ever lived
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Oh I don't know. Congrats if you're still reading. What do I do I suppose is the answer. I'm beginning to think he just needs another job but that's not on the cards for a loooooong time, and by then I'll've run off with someone controlling and wealthy just so I can have a rest 
Hmph...