I am utterly fed up. My husband refuses to take any responsibility for his poor health.
He is 60. Has heart problems. Has been in hospital recently, where it became obvious he is a fully blown type 2 diabetic now. For years he was on the cusp. He hardly exercises and eats shit. I feel as though I am watching him die slowly. My son and I spent 3 weeks visiting him every day in hospital, worrying about him, supporting him and he comes out and eats rubbish almost straight away.
I have just caught him with a huge bowl of really sugary granola, wolfing it down. I am so done with it all. He tells me not to nag him and just carries on. He is greedy and lazy. He hasn't worked for months, but has just sat around "job hunting".His industry is very quiet at the moment, and he isn't well enough physically to get a job in a supermarket or anything lile that. I get that. But I am fairly certain most people would have made more of their free time and done some work around the house, or tidied up or something. I have still had to do the day to day running of the house etc as well as work full time. He won't even do more than the most basic of gardening as "that is your job".
I am trying to lose weight and he bought crisps and chocolate bars home last week, he thought it was funny. I don't know where they have gone, I expect he has eaten them.
He has always been prone to physical laziness and a bad diet. If I cook for him he either criticises it and / or just eats a load of toast a few hours later.If he cooks it actually isn't terribly unhealthy food but again he will eat something else a few hours later. Consumes vast quantities of bread, very few vegetables. Never eats fruit. Drinks diet coke (the irony) non stop.
I don't know how he expects me to care for him and about him when he doesn't. My son has told me he thinks his father is selfish acting in this way not caring how we feel when we watch it.
I am a strong independent person with a senior job. And yet I sit at home and put up with this shit. I still love him, but I am just done with this. I honestly think that I could leave him tomorrow and be a happier person. The idea of looking after him physically in a few years because he has made such poor decisions fills me with dread.