50, natural introvert, Good Man, works hard, likes to relax with computer games. Drinks for "stress management".
3 kids, all early/preteens. He spends zero time with them. and, I mean, zero. If I'm not here he doesn't feed them, he might order dominoes, but, that's it. No "have you brushed your teeth?" or "let's go outside" or "how are you getting on with x,y,z" because he has no idea what their x, y, z's are.
We don't share a room because I snore (totally fair). We don't have sex. We don't go out. We have no plans for our future. He won't talk about my work. He does nothing in the house beyond the things he cherry picked for himself, financial stuff and bins etc.
He's a good man, he's loyal, moral, has a work ethic, is very very smart. I pointed out to him that he is not actually in a relationship with any of the people he lives with and that I WANT to be in a relationship. That the kids need him. that this is shit.
Cue sad face, sorrowful "let's have date night" and vague panic that I'll leave him (not misplaced panic).
Says he's depressed. Sees no need to get a diagnosis because it's just work stress.
I think he's just managed to engineer our lives so that he does the bare minimum. I think he's happiest in front of a complex computer game, with a glass of wine and his own company.
Fancy voting? Should I help/coerce/frogmarch him to GP or find my ducks so I can line them up?