How to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em (or him) warning: long
My husband is a very kind and generous man and everyone who meets him loves him, including, of course, me.
We met while I was in grad school and he was working as a bartender in a local hangout. We were friendly/flirty for almost a year before we started dating and a couple of years later were happily married with what I thought was a lot of shared plans (I say plans, not dreams, because there was an actual plan and steps and timeline that we had mapped out exhaustively before we married) to move onward and upward together, on our own and without the help of family (unlike most of both of our siblings). It was both of us mapping out these plans, not just me. I think. I thought. I don't know anymore.
I do not mean to sound overly pecuniary, but part of the plan was for us both to work hard to get us into a secure financial position so that we could start a family and raise our children in a manner similar to that in which we both had been raised. (Husband had difficulties with school, did not finish undergrad, was stuck in a job/workplace that undervalued him, but is smart; however, we came from similar socio-economic backgrounds and values and I thought that two out of three wasn't so bad -- yes, I'm overly prone to musical lyric references).
While I was in grad school full time, before we were married, I did accept limited financial support from my family, while also working 30 hours a week. My work efforts and family contributions were the huge majority of what paid for our household as we "lived in sin" before marriage. I don't know if this created some sort of expectation or embarassment; either way, it was always a situation that I made clear would not continue once I graduated.
Through busting my 60-80+ hours a week, I have gotten to exactly where I planned to be careerwise for each of the approximately 2-3 years apart career, job title and financial thresholds/marker points that was in our plan for what I was going to do for us.
My husband has not even started. It's been almost 9 years now. A couple of years ago, we mutually agreed that maybe he needed to have the opportunity to concentrate full time on his career development so he could get started, so, with my full encouragement and blessings, he quit the job he hated anyway, took some classes and got certified as a Real Estate agent. Obviously, right now the market is tough, and I can live with that and support him, emotionally and financially through it.
What I find it more and more difficult to absorb is the fact that he is not even trying to make it work on any dimension. We can absorb a couple of years of him BUILDING a career, but he is not doing that in any way shape or form that I can see: It's been two years and he's shown exactly one house to one prospective buyer. He doesn't pursue any sort of routes in which he might find success, no matter how many (sometimes, very pricey) seminars he attends. He has made no effort whatsoever to advertise, and I have indicated on multiple occasions (and even had him talk out strategies with me, and given full indication that he has whatever reasonable financial resources he should need at his disposal, but NOTHING).
I can also totally accept and would support it if he wants to decide that a successful professional career is not what he wants, and maybe he wants to pursue a successful domestic career instead (that's what my Mom did, I have the highest respect for that life choice because I know for damn sure that I would not be who and where I am if not for her efforts) if we ever get to a place where I actually know that his sustained priorities are such that I could be comfortable enough where I would know that he would make homemaking his top priority to raise children properly.
Homemaking seemed to have interested him for about a year, which encouraged me. We used to have someone help around the house, but that had to be eliminated when we went to a single income. For a year or so, he took to housekeeping with moderate enthusiasm: cooking was elaborate for a while, dishes were always done, laundry was usually done, and everything else got taken care of by request.
Now: laundry and cooking are sporadic, and the cooking is more Hamburger Helper than real food; dishes are usually on me, and all other requests might be done within a months' time or two, or else I just have to do them myself.
I'm so stuck. On one hand, I realize that there is a strong likelihood that he may be suffering from depression and definitely, even to my untrained eye, seems to exhibit signs of it (at this point, I think I might be too), but he also blows off my encouragement to see his GP, who might be able to advise him to see someone. I am not (or at least, trying damn hard not to be) demanding or y (even though I seem like it here... I'm venting on you all instead of him), and even though I fully realize that my personal work ethic may be intimidating and hard to live up to, I am trying desparately to give this man that I do really love, every encouragement, emotionally and otherwise, that he needs to get to be the person he wants to be, whatever it may be.
On the other hand: This is not what we agreed to and planned for! Whatever else a marriage may be, it's also a contract and a set of mutual obligations! A couple of months ago, after first trying to write, then discarding, out of embarrassment, this "help" letter, I realized that several years back, I had a co-worker, who could, in the abstract, be described as having a similar situation, and I remember flippantly telling her, "Roll him off... he's just a freeloader."
He might be a freeloader, or else he might be a person who needs more help and encouragement that I have been able to provide so far.
I have tried to talk to him about this a couple of times. I have indicated that I feel overwhelmed with continuing to assume all of the financial obligations, and now also a lot of the domestic obligations of maintaining our household. When I try and bring it up, he sinks into deep silence, sometimes for several days, to the point where I am afraid to leave him alone. I make a concerted effort to bring it up in a "please let's figure this out together" way, rather than sounding like a nag.
On one site, I saw a reccomendation of laying out a x months timeline for the spouse to get themselves in order. I tried that about 6 months ago. He sunk into a deep depression and I was afraid to go to work and leave him alone at home. (Although, he does have the backgammon and the Facebook that so absorb him -- yes, that was unnecessarily y.)
I'd like advice on how to present alternatives to him so we can make some choices together. Ultimatums aren't really my style, which is why the above did not work. I think/hope that I'm a good person and that he's a good person, but I think we're in a weird stuck position.
Other: There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that there are any sort of infidelity issues, for anyone who might suggest same; I think we're just goal crossed right now and need to figure out if/how we can get back on the same track.
Geez... did you actually read all the way through this? I wonder if I'll actually press send. If I do press send and you actually read all the way through, thank you in advance for any insight you can provide.