Name changed for this, as it's so personal. Sorry it's so epic. I'm so close to the issue that I can't seem to cut it back.
DH and I have been together for 21 years. Met in our mid/late 30s, now late 50s. No children. We were both self-sufficient when we met — own homes, own busy lives, used to managing things. For the first 15 years we were together we spent weeks and sometimes months apart, with him away managing construction projects in Europe and beyond and me working as a contractor in the Netherlands and Denmark. Since 2018 we've been semi-retired and now both work part-time from home.
I've always thought of him as a caring person. He was very involved with his elderly parents and has good, caring relationships with his siblings and their kids. I've always thought we had a solid relationship. I love him, most of the time he seems to at least like me.
Back in 2016 he had to have surgery and was mainly in bed for about a week after he came home. I cared for him. Cooked the food he felt up to, kept an eye on drugs routines, did what I could to make him comfortable, help with washing and dressings etc — the kind of thing I assume most partners do for each other at such times.
When I had flu (real flu, the sort that knocks you for six) the following year I got the first inkling that we weren't on the same page when it came to looking after each other. Much of the time he was irritated with me. He'd do things like make a meal for us, then be annoyed that I couldn't face eating. A fair bit of 'For goodness' sake, it's just a cold.'
We've both, fortunately, been well since then. But this summer there was another incident that made me wonder. We'd arranged to meet up with another couple, Sal and her DH, before going for a long walk. There was an M&S food hall nearby so I asked DH to get sandwiches and treats for lunch. I said 'I'll have cheese or ham, please'. Sal's DH went in with him to do the same. She and I stayed outside with the dogs. The men returned with the food in their backpacks and off we went for our walk. When we stopped for lunch it turned out that Sal's husband had bought food for them both but my DH had only bought stuff for himself. Sal can't get over this. She and her husband assumed we must have had a fight and he was taking petty revenge on me. But we hadn't had a fight. He said later that he just didn't think of me and when I asked what that was about he said it was because I normally sorted stuff out for myself...
I currently have a stinking cold. One of those where everything hurts, your face is raw from all the nose-blowing and you're hoarse from coughing. He's locked himself away in a couple of rooms so that I don't give him my germs and again he's annoyed and unsympathetic. He says my coughing, which I'm trying hard to suppress, is disturbing him. I can appreciate how annoying it is — but surely you try to show a bit of empathy when someone's ill? I asked him (by text) if he'd go to the pharmacy, less than half a mile away, and get me some more Day and Night Nurse and cough mixture and he's replied that he might do later, but I've only got a cold, so surely I could go myself.
Is this familiar to anyone else? I guess when we met we'd both been alone for a few years and were used to looking after ourselves. And we've both been incredibly lucky to have been pretty healthy over the years. He's one of those people who very rarely get colds or bugs and if they do, don't seem to suffer too badly.
But we're going to get old and sooner or later one of us is going to need the other to step in and care for a while. How's that going to work out?