This might have be more appropriate up thread.
Decades ago I was worn out with the mental load. I worked 1-2 days a week, cared for a seriously ill family member, had two children with SEN and a husband who worked hard to bring in the money but the only contribution he made to the home was to pour me a cup of tea from his pot in the mornings.
I organised holidays amongst the vast load.
This particular holiday, we arrived and I'd forgotten to pack some of his clothes (shock horror).
I received a lot of angry ranting. But after this, I used to say, I'm not packing for you anymore. This was met with more ranting and angry words , but I didn't ever pack for him again.
Another time I got cross as he'd only come to the table when he was ready to eat. I always shouted 10 minutes till supper. So my dinners would go cold, we were sat like lemons (with his family) waiting for him. I put his down the waste disposal on this occasion. He was hopping mad, but he did come to the table to eat when called after this day.
Other times I used to take my children camping on my own. It was easier to erect a tent and look after to small children than deal with the disappointment of someone who could have helped but chose not to.
If he came he'd sit and read a paper whilst I organised unloading the car,erecting the tent, setting up a stove, blowing up beds, feeding children, showering children and settling them for the night. His contribution? Oh yes, 'he had driven us '.
I could write pages on this.
For me, this is now a past life. Today my new husband will strip and make a bed without being told, will often put shopping away. Scans the fridge and buys food. Organises all holidays, organises all things relating to transport, mows the lawns, does the bins, organises paying bills, cleans the bath, clears the table, empties dishwasher regularly, irons his shirts if I forget and always organise and post gifts for his family.
I can't believe the difference half a load makes. I've been smiling widely for years. 