@rubbles My wife and I (both 38 F) have been through this. I was the stay at home mom while our kid was little. My wife was still in the active duty military at the time, and she was working a
terrible schedule: 12 hour shifts that randomly rotated between days and nights. It was awful and she was wrecked whenever she was home. I basically did everything home and kid related. I'm not kidding when I say she literally did nothing except exist when she was home.
My wife is transgender (male to female) and transitioned when she left the military. So we had this entire journey where she had to learn that her former veneer of male privilege didn't carry the fuck over to her brand new life. I was raised very traditionally and religiously (think TradCath) and I never talked back to my husband. Not the case with my wife. She probably thought I lost a few screws, but what really happened was that I started treating her like a peer and equal- not the Head of the Household.
After my wife got out of the military I went back to school, and I became the breadwinner. She wasn't working due to disabilities and mental health issues (many of which I share, as I'm also a veteran). Despite many conversations about the new allocation of household responsibilities, she decided to just... fucking not. And my dumb ass (used to dealing with all the home and kid stuff solo for years) just dealt with it and drowned until I completely burnt out.
At this point I straight up told her I was not living with someone who thought so little of me that she refused to partner with me to run our lives, share the burden of the mental load, and care for the home we both live in. I was very careful to tell her clearly that if she didn't stop this bullshit immediately and get her crap together that we were getting divorced and that I'd never been more serious about anything in my entire life. Initially, she had a massive tantrum- because of course, who would want to take on their fair share of the domestic labor after well over a decade of being babied, catered to, and pampered? I stood my ground, because this was an ultimatum I was entirely comfortable following through on. I made it a point to mention that she could either take on half the household responsibilities
now, or
all her household responsibilities when I filed for divorce and asked her to move out. Her choice.
She magically got her shit together. It's still a process sometimes where she forgets and says she's "helping me" with a household task, or she'll stop and ask me for directions. She's met with a blank stare from me, and it shakes her back on track. She's a capable, intelligent, highly educated adult. She has a smartphone, she can Google how to do chores or just try different approaches and figure it the fuck out as she goes. We were cleaning up all the crap on the dining room table tonight and she's like "Where does this stuff go?" My response was that
I had no idea where anything went, I was making decisions on where to put random crap away (or throw it away) as I went along, and that was her job as well.
I don't do her laundry, I don't pick up after her, and I only cook for myself and my kid (she's a picky eater and my
dumb ass was making two meals). I insisted on us getting separate bank accounts in addition to the joint account and allocated out our money by our income percentage- and we contribute to the joint bills by our income percentages. Her bills are
her responsibility, not mine. I stopped managing her medication and she miraculously figured it out on her own. I work a 9-5 corporate job from home and she's home all day as well (she freelances). I stopped doing all of the chores I was doing during the day since I was home. I don't feed the dog in the morning or let her outside. I don't pick the kid up when she stays late for clubs after school. I'll order the groceries but I won't pick them up (and if it's not on the grocery list, it's not getting purchased). My wife caught on pretty quickly and picked up the slack. It's a huge improvement and she's not quite there yet, but she's close. And I no longer fantasize about smothering her in her sleep with her own pillow.
I will say that even though going through these changes was a giant pain in the ass, it was really great for our marriage and even better for our friendship. My wife's mental health has improved because she has pretty frequent opportunities to act like a capable adult human. She's been a more involved parent, and she's become a more caring spouse. We've been spending a significant amount of quality time together because all my spare time is no longer being sucked into a black hole of household drudgery. And I have the energy to not only take good care of myself, but to care for my wife in the ways that make her feel loved without feeling any residual resentment over the unbalanced domestic load. I've had the time and energy to focus on my own health and caring for myself- I've been addressing my longstanding chronic health issues, working out regularly, and I've lost 80 lbs this year. Standing up for myself, learning how to set boundaries, and quitting being a fucking people pleaser has paid off in dividends.