I was in a very similar position to Tooyoungtobeagrandma for 25 years of my married life. I had no idea what my husband earned, and because I had my children before I started a proper career, had absolutely no money of my own, no bank account and had to beg for money for a pair of tights or if the children needed shoes. I made my own and my daughter's clothes. I remember putting toiletries back on the shelf in shops because I didn't have enough cash to pay for them. I had no earning capacity at all, so I did A levels at evening class and went off to university as a mature student to get a qualification to enable me to get a job that paid. After some years of juggling a family, a full time job, care of elderly relatives I discovered my husband was having an affair with a colleague. He was also reading the lesson at church on a Sunday! I immediately started divorce proceedings which put the fear of God in him, as I was told by the lawyer that because of the age of my youngest child I should get 70% of our assets. In the end we stayed married. When friends ask me why I tell them it's because I had been extremely poor as a child, and I never wanted to be poor again. I still suffer feelings of humiliation and pain, but we don't live together much of the time. I threatened divorce once again when I retired, as I wished to live in the South rather than the Midlands. When he refused to move he suddenly found the money he'd been salting away to buy me a house where I wanted to live. He visits every six weeks or so or I go north to see family members. We have an awkward relationship: he doesn't make me feel good about myself BUT after all those poverty- stricken years of our marriage he now parts with a substantial allowance ( half his monthly pension ) to me. I ask myself if he had a stroke and couldn't look after himself would I care for him? No, as I was disposable when he wanted to leave me for his mistress. I hate not having a husband who should be my best friend, but who is grumpy, gloomy and showing signs of gagadom ( he's 5 years older than I). I have some good friends: he hasn't one. He won't go on holiday, he never takes me out for a meal, he's a poor companion. We have no social life together, so why do I put up with him? I think he represents a kind of security as I was brought up in a single parent family in the 40's & 50's which was difficult. Friends tell me most marriages have problems such as mine. I wouldn't want a dopey adoring husband who gave in to my every whim, but I wish I had one who wasn't what my mother would call " a small parcel". Got that off my chest now Gransnetters and feel better for it. My advice is start divorce proceedings and bring your husband to his senses: it will force the issue one way or another.