My husband, who has been less than supportive when I've been sick over the past few years, came down with a horrible cold over the weekend. He can hardly talk and has been sleeping a lot tonight since he got home from work. I've told him to "feel better soon" to which he replies "that's the plan". I told him to drink lots of fluids, to which he replied "that's the plan". I try to be sympathetic, but I find it hard to be with things he has said and done when I've been sick. This is the guy, who when we first met, offered to come over to my apartment when I had a bad cold and make me some soup and take care of me. What happened to THAT guy? I had this horrible cold...just like he has now...about a month ago and do you think I got any sympathy? NO! Do you think he made sure I had some dinner? NO! I still cooked. I still fed our dogs. I still did the laundry. I did all that because if I hadn't it would have not gotten done. When I had to have my hysterectomy and couldn't do anything strenuous for 6 weeks I waited to see if he would vaccume the house or clean the bathroom without being asked. Finally at 5 weeks I asked him to vaccume and clean the bathroom because I couldn't. He finally did, but he wasn't happy about it. This is the guy who used to clean all the time when we lived together in an apartment before we were married. What happened to THAT guy? I had blood in my urine for a week one time and finally took myself to the ER one morning after he told me "You're ALWAYS sick!" after I told him I was scared. He went on to work and I called in sick and went to the ER. I later found out after numerous tests over a month long period of time...that I had an ovarian cyst the size of a tennis ball and it required a total hysterectomy. Once they had me opened up they also found extensive endometriosis and lots of smaller cysts. That was almost 2 years ago. He was supportive at first, but then one day I asked for some help picking pumpkins that I grew for Halloween...I couldn't lift anything over 10 pounds yet and he threw a fit that I would ask him to do that. He eventually did...but I felt like an idiot for asking him to help me out. This is the guy who I have helped with EVERYTHING he has ever asked me to help him with. When I need help, though, forget it most of the time. If I was the one sick right now with a cold...he wouldn't have made sure I had some dinner tonight. When I ask him if he needs something he says "I'm fine" so I quit asking. I just don't have it in me any more to feel sorry for him. His mom told me she talked to him on the phone today and "He could hardly talk he's so sick." Poor thing....I've been sick like that, too and he didn't seem to care. I've peed blood for a week and it didn't bother him. What happened to the guy I fell in love with 14 years ago? Am I a bad person for not feeling bad because he is sick? I hope I don't get it again...I had it a month ago and since surgery, I catch "bugs" easy. So I'm staying away from him as much as possible. He is sleeping on the couch so that is nice of him to do that for me.