My husband had a regenerative retinal disease (diagnosed at only 19 and he’s now 25), so I have to do quite a few things for him due to his bad vision that cannot be corrected through glasses/contacts. So he drives himself to work, which is five minutes away, but I drive pretty much everywhere else we go. He can’t cook meat because he’s colorblind and cannot tell when it’s done. If he has to pay with a debit card, I have to do it because he can’t read the machine without getting right up on it. As his vision worsens, I’ll have to do more and more for him.
He makes his own breakfast every morning, but I cook all dinners unless it’s cooked on the grill. I do all of the dishes, but we have a dishwasher so it’s no big deal. I am the one that cleans toilets, the bathtub, and the floors.
I sometimes get frustrated because he gets off work at 4:30 and I don’t get home until 6:15, after which I still have to cook and do dishes. I feel like he could do more around the house or have fewer lazy habits like leaving clothes in the living room or on the stairs instead of taking them upstairs. Or leaving bottles of Gatorade or water lying all over the house. I have to remind myself of the stuff he does do…
He’s the only one that does yard work, takes out the trash, or fixes anything in the house. He also has Fridays off now and will usually clean the house a bit before I get home, including vacuuming up the copious amounts of dog hair that builds up on the furniture. He also supported me financially while I was in college and told me to focus on school instead of working. He often worked 80-hour weeks and never made me feel guilty about it.
I certainly don’t make sure he’s comfortable or treat him like I would treat a child. He has his faults, and so do I, but we’re adults and try to be as independent as we can be. I’d say it probably evens out.